flyswatter9s's Xanga

Monday, January 23, 2006

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 21:59:57 GMT

I'm sure you'll all be so sad to know that I'm quitting xanga. Yes, I know, it's a sad day right? Pssht. Anyway, I'm moving to facebook because that's just gotta be the way cool thing to do. But I suppose I shall leave you with these words of wisdom
1. The Beatles dominate all
2. Sweater vests are the way hottest thing since sunburn. Wear them to become an instant sexpot.
3. Angler fish are cool no matter what they say
4. The STROKES are coming to Tulsa get it through your skull we're going.
5. Johnny Depp and I are destined to be together. And at the end of that I'll move on to D-Rad. THEN when that's all said and done I'll travel back to the mid eighties and jump on John Cusack. Hahaha just kidding. Kinda.
6. All you need is love. Badadadada. All you need is love. BADADADA. All you need is love, love. Love is al you need.
7. Ice Nine ... they are my fave.
8. Shake that Laffy Taffy.
9. How do you get a baby alien to go to sleep?
10. You rocket.
11. I love you all so dearly I can't even say. You should follow me to facebook.

Peace Out.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Sun, 22 Jan 2006 17:50:22 GMT

Did I already tell you guys that if I don this stinkin essay contest and I win then I get to be on the OPRAH show? That is Oprah in case you missed it the first time.

Listen next weekend we are gonna go sight seeing. As if we were out of towners visiting this Tulsa town. Tulsy Tulsy Tulsy.

DUH! The STROKES are coming to Tulsa on MARCH 11 (aka Megan's date of birth). We are going or don't talk to me.

Listen to my brother's story about French exchange students: they wrote letters to his French class and this is what they said ...

"I want to come to America because it is big and there are lots of sky crappers."

"I smell myself good. I don't smell myself in front of the console and I especially don't smell myself good at night." Just to let you know, the French verb for smell is also the verb for touch. Meaning, he could have gotten lost in the translation of saying, "I touch myself good. I don't touch myself in front of the console. I especially don't touch myself good at night." OMG that makes me laugh my pants practically off.

"I like horses. Your name is Kytho." WHAT? I don't even know what that Frenchie was trying to say. My name is not Kytho.

Oh the French! My French name is LATIFAH. How cool is that? Too cool for school, that's how cool.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Sat, 21 Jan 2006 21:41:08 GMT

Lalala. Is it weird that I am suddenly in the mood for rap music? I thought that this sort of stuff was supposed to put you in the mood for let's go brood in the corner music. But apparently not. Say what?

Bluh this is mildly sucktastic. Only kidding only kidding. We all know I am one of those goddess types. You know. The kind who like gets all resilient on you and takes over the world and then guys are like, "Crap. She is owning me." And I am like, "That's right."

But of course I am at Liz Robinson's house because where else would I go? We have those rings that call to each other and when we put them together water spurts out and we become captain planet. That's all the power you were looking for. Right there.

MWAH. Love you all!

Friday, January 20, 2006

Fri, 20 Jan 2006 00:07:57 GMT

Whoa you guys Xanga has like gone through a transformation since I've updated. What in the world?

Okay listen. I think we should all go to Honduras this summer on this mission trip thingy that I found. You have to put together a work team and you can have 15 people so you chillins should all come. And the more people you have the less expensive it is. And we could make money for it and stuff so that we don't have to pay for it solely out of the insides of our pockets! And the best part is, we get to decide when we wanna go and how much time we want to spend there. And you build stuff and paint stuff and play with the kids and it sounds really amazing. Yeah you are all coming with me and I'll just torture you into it if I have to. But I shouldn't have to. Anyway, the website is www.elhogar.org. LOOK at it and tell me what you think. I know that it sounds like it could get really expensive, but not if I get all crafty on your butt and we raise the money! Ohgoodnessgracious, child. Think about it. For seriously.

All right now. Jr. Research. I've heard of it ... it kind of rings a bell.

Bleh I am sick I don't wanna do no stinkin' Jr. Research. Precisely who came up with this idea? Fugheddaboudit. Whatsamattaforyou, ah? That's right. I'm Italian. No, actually that would be my dear friend Sarah who has you all under her watch. So yous just watch yo back, on dis, de day of my daughta's weddin.

MWAH!

Monday, January 16, 2006

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 18:34:38 GMT

I am slightly disappointed. And disappointed is worse than being mad. Because it means that you've lost your faith in people. Pretty sad, I must say.

But you know there's always room to become undisappointed. Like I said, that's why they call it doing something stupid. Because it's stupid.

Roar. This Ben Folds song is so hilarious to me. And if you edited it it'd be even more hilarious because it wouldn't even be comprehensible. b---es ain't s--t but h-s and tricks. Haha. Those aren't words.

Love you guys. Cheerio, then.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Sun, 15 Jan 2006 17:16:41 GMT

Yesterday was an escapade. Mr. Sweeney, I swear that guy is a sitcom character. Coach Sweeney. Coach Sweeney! COACH SWEENEY! What no I don't hear you because I am SIr Sweenz.

Um so yeah I decided to perfect the art of mental instability and stop a lap EARLY on my stupid 3k whatsit. Ugh I knew there was a reason God decided to make me blonde, and no it is not because blondes are the hottest babes on the planet and have more fun, it is because we have license to be stupid. And I am really good at that. Woohoo!

And then. The bus. Broke down. It was a laugh and half let me tell you. We were like ONE MILE from school and Becca's and my bladders were about to explode into a thousand tiny pieces and we were all kind of dozing off (including Sweenstyle I'm pretty sure, who was driving the bus) and then we hear "There goes the power steering." Really, you don't say. So J.R. securitiy man and Father Bibens and Anonymous truckdriving guy (I didn't actually catch who that was) came by with their coches and picked us up and drove us to school. But not until we were properly chastised for waking some guy's wife up. Whatever, he didn't just run some races and have to pee like no other and he wasn't stranded on the street, for goodnessakes.

Then on my way home I definitley saw an accident and it looked like someone had died and that made me sad. Because I think some stupid drunk guy killed someone.

My friends lead really strange lives sometimes. It's very surreal to me to see some of the things that happen.

Okay so if anyone has penciled in having a blast on their calendar today or tomorrow give me a ring. I hope you all are having as interesting a weekend as I am because my weekend's like WHOA. Haha.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 22:53:32 GMT

Okay, yes I am a celebrity gossip whore. And yes it's a little bit of a problem. But as such, I find it my right ... no! My responsibility for your own good and wellbeing, to inform you all that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are indeed going to have a baby together. She's been pregnant for like four months. Goodness gracious. How on earth do you think you would feel right now if you were Jennifer Anniston? BETRAYED. I know that you are all deeply concerned, and I'm glad I could help out with your thirst for knowledge. I can see you have grown into greater people willing to spread your gracious celebrity knowledge among those less fortunate than yourselves. How magnanimous of me to share.

And yes I will accept your offers to take me to lunch and shower me with greatfulness because I informed you of this important fact. But only because you insist.

Deep love all the way to the bottom of the deepest part of the ocean! Some sort of trench or something!

Monday, January 09, 2006

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 22:27:31 GMT

GUESS WHAT IT'S TIME FOR AGAIN! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT'S: THE SNOW RITUAL!!!!!!

'cept for that it probably won't work this time b/c it's gonna melt just like the wicked witch!

Ugh everyone's all in a tizzy about National Merit and Cum Laude. Including me. Whatever if I get it, I get it. If I don't, I don't.

Does anyone know what's going on with Christopher and Ana? Because I need the info.

I hope y'alls like my Barbie font. Hahahahahahahaha.

Jack loves little boys.

I wanna be Ellen DeGeneres. She's so happy. Oh, except minus the lesbian part. Because that's just not what works for me. I like boys.

Blah blah blah.

Love you guys, gotta go.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 21:18:03 GMT

Okay so everything is not the suck which is a good idea. Because the suck ... that's never good. Ugh the things I do to myself with my crazy head running around in circles all the time on top of my neck! I dry myself out and then I go into comatos ... maybe I could be in David's movie Don't Feed the Zombies or whatever-it-is. Haha that would be fun.

Ribbit it's not easy being greeeeeeeen.

I guess I'll look at my homework now. And then I will challenge it to a showdown, which I will probably lose cause I won't draw fast enough and then my Yosemite Sam count will go down from four and a half to only four. Oh well ...

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 00:29:33 GMT

This is by far the crappiest Friday night I have ever experienced. But it's okay because I'm probably going to go over to Amy's house or something and hopefully I can find somewhere to stay overnight because I don't really want to come back to my house. Blah. That's how I would like to describe this right now. Because I feel really stuck in like the same routine like we do the same thing all the time. I mean, it's fun but ... I don't know how to explain what I mean. But I feel like going outside into like a huge field or something where you can still see downtown and just lying on the hood of a car and listening to music really loud and singing at the top of my lungs. It sounds like it would be good for me.