Eri Mengel

Thu, 30 Sep 2004 18:34:16 GMT

My New Journal

And Caryn, don't think I'd forget about you, love. <3

Moving

Wed, 29 Sep 2004 00:04:33 GMT

Moving to MT. When it's done, I'll post the link to it. Sory, DJ, but I just don't love you anymore.

Ahhh fuckity. "Yah mahm."

Sat, 25 Sep 2004 15:23:49 GMT

DEINE MUTTER! Long running joke. Don't ask.

I do believe I'll be moving my journal to MT when I find time to get it and get it to work. I'll probably do it Tuesday.

Last night was Bobby's surprise party. It went off well. Yelled at Matt for hiking my skirt up on accident when he picked me up. DDRed till my legs hurt, then DDRed some more. Got new shoes. My Vans are deceased, alas. I loved those shoes. But I got a pair of el cheap-o suede shoes that are the same as Vans without the logo for twenty bucks. I heart them. All black. Matt paid for half of them, though volunteered to get me the Vans, but I don't like him spending a lot of money on me, which he does anyway... DDred in them, and decided I need a pair of soft inserts for them, since they're built for a male foot, which I don't have. Had cake. And killed myself on Sexy Planet Oni. Normally it wouldn't kill me, but my left knee is very sore (for reasons beyond me) and I had it sped up, so I had to think fast to read it. Met up with Emily and John, and we're going to the drive-in to see Resident Evil 2 and The Forgotten. Matt got DDR Extreme, and teased me for I will not be there to rape the game of it's virginity. Sucked down a Carribean Iceberg and went to my Mom's, where I flopped into bed and didn't roll out until early morning.

I started to paint my Pill pack thing. I had to switch pill brands, and got Ortho-Tri-Cyclen Lo. It's all white right now, but I'm going to stripe it with pink ribbons. You know, for breast cancer. I was hoping to send my idea to Ortho-McNeil so maybe they could sell it and sent X amount of money for Breast Cancer research. Don't ask me why I'm doing it. I just thought it would be nice. I'll take pictures when I'm done.

And I figure I'll get my ass working on my site that I've left in Hiatus for several weeks. I have a layout, I just haven't pieced it together. And that day I'll do the face stuff I forgot about.

And my mom offered to take me to get my angel wings done for my 19th birthday. I want two tiny little angel wings tattooed on my shoulder blades. That's the first tattoo I want, with many more following. I luff my mommy.

Got into a huge arguement with Dad over the phone. It made me remember just how childish my father is. And that if Matt didn't live a block away, I'd be living with Mom. He pulls another arguement over nothing again, and I'll tell him that to shut his trap. Fuck.

Dictionary

Thu, 23 Sep 2004 19:19:33 GMT

In a fit of boredom, I've decided to complete my own little dictionary.

Bobby - n - (boh-bee): 1.) Fourteen year old German male. 2.) Brother of Erica. 3.) Youngest of the group. 4.) Halo dunce. See also: Booby, Roobert.

Booby - n -(boo-bee): 1.) Slang for the female breast. See also: Bobby.

Er-bear - n - (âr-bâr): Affectionate nickname for Erica created by Matt. See also: Erica, Matt.

Eri - n - (âr-ee): 1.) Nickname for Erica. See also: Erica.

Erca - n - (err-KA): Nickname for Erica propagated by Hakeem. See also: Erica, Hakeem.

Erica - n - (âr-i-kah): 1.) Eighteen year old German female. 2.) Girlfriend of Matt. 3.) Eldest of the group. 4.) Resident goth. See also: Eri, Erca, Er-Bear.

Hakeem - n - (hah-keem): 1.) Fourteen-year-old African American male. 2.) Stereotypical African American male. 3.) Bottomless pit. 4.) Source of much humor. 5.) "Creamy Keemie." See also: Keem, Keemie.

Hinds - n - (haindz): 1.) Last name and nickname of Matt. See also: Matt.

Hindge - n - (hind-g): Nickname for Matt. See also: Matt.

Keem - n - (keem): 1.) Nickname for Hakeem. See also: Hakeem.

Keemie - n - (keem-ee): 1.) Nickname for Hakeem. See also: Hakeem.

Matt - n - (mat): 1.) Sixteen year old German-Irish male. 2.) Owner of the Xbox, PS2, DDR Pads, and Halo. 3.) Hormonally charged. 4.) Boyfriend of Erica. 5.) Typical Irishman. See also: Hinds, Hindge.

Roach - n - (roe-ch): 1.) Sixteen year old Italian male. 2.) Victim of mood swings. 3.) Temporary girl magnet. 4.) Matt Bergfelt.

The end!

The Ritual

Wed, 22 Sep 2004 12:20:07 GMT

Before I start, I'd like to say Matt got me a rose. It's white with pink tips. And I luff it so. Thanks, Matt. Feel better, hon!

The ritual was pretty cool. Rachel was late showing up to get me, and we were late by half an hour, but Pagan Standard Time said it was okay. We sat around for a while and I got introduced while Rose and the others set up the altar. I decided not to take major parts, like calling in a quarter, for now, and just watched. The ritual proceeded and when we got to concecration of items, Rachel brought out three necklaces: a necklace iwth three pentacles on it, a crystal, and a pndant. She concecrated the first two for protection and health, and the pendant for friendship. She really took me off guard when she came up behind me and put it around my neck. We said our thanks and raised some energy for those who need it, like the one woman in our circle, who found a tumor under her arm, and may be going into renal failure. :( It was short, and simple. Then we all talked and stuff. I spoke with one of the older women there about anything and everything, and about ten we went home. Sweet. I will get pictures of my pendant and flower if I get my camera back from my mother. -.-

...

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 04:04:59 GMT

Oooooh...fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Fucking storms.

I got drenched. Absolutely soaked on Friday. The area got six inches of rain, and I had to walk through it in between classes. I was NOT pleased. I was shivering and starving all day. (We don't have lunch periods and I never have time to hit the Lunch Box) Prof. Albert gave me two bucks to raid the vending machines so I got a bag of Doritos and a Strawberry/Cream Cheese Newton bar. Then my bus was late. But Matt, being the angel (*coughhackcough*) he is, came out and picked me up from the bus station. So I changed into dry clothes and went to Matt's, and was fed and cuddled. I heart Matt so much.

And my first lecture was cancelled this morning. And Matt's sick. Pretty sick, too. The whole hack/cough/hurl/ache type. The flu is hitting early. I started to get his cold but I fought it off quick. I do that often. The ol' Mengel immune system. So I just went to his house and cuddled him and stuff like the ball of affection I am. We colored pictures. (Peurile, I know) Like the fuzzy velvet pictures. Werd.

I decided not to go to Open House tommorow since I wouldn't see much of my teachers. So I am going to the Mabon ritual. So excited! Rachel is picking me up at Sheetz and we'll go. So very excited! But I get to see matt all day tommorow since he's not going to school. Weemotherfucker.

jkdlae

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 17:48:28 GMT

This Is How I Know You

My tribute to David Hinds. I tried really, really hard not to cry while typing this.

Shool.

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 15:28:09 GMT

Or School. Depending on how you prefer to pronounce it. I shall explain my classes to you.

First Lecture: Psycology with Prof. Klaus. It's okay. It's at ten o'clock, and by then I'm still asleep. He's monotonous, but all around it's cool. And there is a REALLY cute girl in that class. But she's anti-social. Oh well. Lecture ends at 10:50.

Second Lecture: College Algebra with Prof. Jansto at 11. She's really nice and teaches quite well, but right now it's only review. Very easy review. She smiles a lot and has a faint southern drawl. And she gave us a shit load of homework the first day. Ends at 11:50.

Third Lecture: English Comp with Prof. Albert at 12. He's awesome. He's this short little guy with bad hair and an awesome sense of humor. He's understanding and willing to help you out. (He gave me money to raid the vending machines when I was starving last week) Class is over at 12:50.

Fourth Lecture: Biology with Prof. Heasley. He's nice, but goes off on a tangent very often. I'm glad he doesn't teach at high school or they'd send him on tangents constantly. He's cool. I like the class. Yet another cute girl in that class. Her name is Carly. The class is 50 minutes long, and an extra hour or two on fridays for labs.

What's better? I only have classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. HAHA all you high school suckers. Loving college.

I wish I could go to that ritual Tuesday, but I'm going to go to open house to see Herr Stamer.

Wee!

Tue, 14 Sep 2004 17:23:09 GMT

No classes today, so I decided to use my spare time and go to my gynecologist to pick up my new pills, since my other pills were not covered. (Bastard HMO's) Picked them up and went outside. Caught the bus home whilst I inspected my new pills and was thoroughly amused by them.

On the way home, a young woman turned around and looked at me, then to my pentacle, then quickly turned around. A moment later, she turned around and presented to me a business card for Lilyrose Curios (the Pagan shop in New Brighton) and asked if I was eighteen. When I replied in the affermative, she asked if I would like to attend the Witches' Ball in October. EEEEEE!

I went up and sat iwth her and we talked about a myriad of things, from the real non-existance of Pagan Persecution to burning our money up at places like the Curios and Hot Topic. Then she got off.

But before she did, she explained to me what the Ball essetially was. It's a costume party (already got an idea for a costume) and a ritual for Samhain. The woman (whose name is Rachel) made my day. I'm so happy. Hopefully I'll be bale to go since the ad originally says only 21 and up since they will be drinking, but I don't drink often and when I do, it's sips, not bottles. *dances* Now, to figure out how I'll get there and if I'll be able to go. *hopes*

Hehe

Fri, 10 Sep 2004 11:43:55 GMT

Matt last night:

"Hey, Eri. Do you have any Irish in you?"
"No....why?"
"Would you like some?"

Hakeem and I proceeded to crack up to the point of tears.

Meep

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 23:47:28 GMT

Bleh, I start school tommorow. Not happy about that.

Went to the mall today and bought a vibrator that I have named Isaac. It's tiny little thing yet very powerful, and quiet enough. (Probably sucks the life out of batteries, though) Matt laughed when I jabbed him in the back with it at the bus stop. He left and I went home and gave my little vibrator a test run in hopes of solving my self-anorgasmia. (I can't masturbate myself to orgasm. I don't know why, which is why I bought Isaac) Problem solved. ^-^ But it seems Matt wasn't happy about that. When I told him, I do believe it turned him off quite abruptly, and he became a tad jealous that the vibrator got me off so quickly and it takes him a little while. Though it bugged me when he retorted by getting up and walking away with the line "If you need me I'll be at my computer." (Referring to guys using porn as a masturbation tool) I suppose he was trying to say, if you favor the toy over me, then I favor my computer over you. Sorta hurt even though he said he was joking. (though i don't think so.) The arguement desolved when I drew him a picture. (My first half decent realism drawing)

The End.

Something I Wrote...

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 22:38:45 GMT

Dear Friend,

Hello. Perhaps you know me, or perhaps you don?t realize I?m here yet. Perhaps you even deny that I exist, but regardless, I am apart of you. I am that driving force that makes you long for death at your own hands. Your crazy doctors would call me depression, but you can call me ?pal.?

You can?t deny, though, that I haven?t influenced your pattern of thought. After all, who do you think makes you sit there and eyes your wrists, imagining blood pouring from them. Who makes you draw the razor along your arms, legs, and stomach? Me, of course. You should thank me.

I exist because you do not believe in your own potential. So, to help you, I came along. Now, you have no potential. You never will. And that?s how it?s going to stay, because if you started to strive for a goal again, you?d make me go away, and I don?t like that. I don?t like that at all. And you will not make me leave, for I am the only friend you have. You don?t deserve any more than me. I am your best friend, got it?

Like any friend, I?d like to see you become more, but so that I can co-exist with you, I won?t let you. I highlight the bad things in your life and bring out the dark in all situations so you can realize just how terrible the world is. I just have to show you that truth. Sad, isn?t it? Of course. We all have to see the dark side in things. I just choose to make you ignore the happy things. What good are they to you anyway?

Even though I would like you to see higher things (not really), I also realize you cannot let your goof ups slide by so easily. It is only justice that your fuck ups come with punishments. I?m frank with you because of it. If you?re too stupid to make these mistakes, then you should get your due. So I whisper the punishment in your ear, and next thing you know you?re slicing your arms open with a razor, or sticking bits of hot metal to your thighs. I want to make you suffer for your idiocy. You deserve it. Fucking whore. You deserve it.

I expect a lot from you. I want independence from you. I want you to shun your family for me. I want you do stop seeing your friends. I?m your friend now. I want you stop skip school. I want you to only associate with me, until I think you?ve graduated onto higher things. I?ll introduce you to close buddies of mine: Alcoholism, Eating Disorder, and Drug Abuse. And we five shall be like peas in a pod. My friends and I shall make your life spiral out of control. If you had an IQ slightly higher than a stone, then you?d realize only one thing: I wish you death.

When I?d get through with you, I?ll make you want to die. And if you let me, I will push you to make that final move, but at least I?ll be considerate. I make guys dress in their best clothes and girls pretty themselves up. You should be grateful I thought of leaving a pretty corpse. If you can even call yourself attractive. We both know that your death will be a blessing on your friends and family, for you are the ultimate burden, and it would be merciful to take such a weight off their shoulders. This really isn?t true, but I won?t let you know that. If you knew that, we wouldn?t be friends, and you don?t want THAT, do you? Don?t you even say ?yes.? I?ll make you pay for it. That razor isn?t THAT far away that I can?t make you cut yourself again.

Occasionally you will rebel against my better wisdom. You will go out with your friends, talk to a teacher or your mommy, and look into a therapist, but when you realize they won?t care, you come running back to me. Since you ran away, I will punish you with more cuts and burns and tears. You brought this all upon yourself. I will make you realize this until it?s a mantra you repeat as you cry yourself to sleep. Fuck you. Slut. How dare you defy me? Don?t do it again.

I have a weak spot, but like hell I?d let you exploit it. Those teachers and parents that you thought wouldn?t care about you would love nothing more than to spirit you away and have you put into treatment. But we can?t have that. Don?t you speak a word. I will never let them crack the shell that I?ve wrapped you in. I have created you. You are mine and mine alone. I am your greatest asset. But in reality, I only wish you death.

Sincerely,

~Depression

:D

Sun, 05 Sep 2004 23:35:53 GMT

Did I mention Matt's a sweetheart?

Got a card from him and a jeans chain (now all I need are some jeans). I was drowning in my own sap fromn the card. Yes he did it impromptu but that's NOT the point. (had the whole 'I love you more than I could ever tell you" yadda yadda sap)

School starts Wednesday. Sigh.

And I grow tired of eczema.

Werd

Sat, 04 Sep 2004 19:57:56 GMT

Went and got my books. Hit Walmart first and got a bookbag on wheels, a new CD player, batteries, some feminine products, and a new kitty collar with a bell. Hit CCBC where I got seven huge ass books that totalled to $500. Came home and lugged all those books up the hill. When I got to Matt's, I realized I was pretty dehydrated. I don't remember much, but I remember being really dizzy, then walking upstairs, then waking up next to Matt (fully clothed, sickos XD). Went home to eat.

Football game rocked. But we didn't watch it. Me and Matt signing catchy marching band tunes all the way up to Northwestern (where the games are held). Seeing Emily and seeing old classmates.

Emily came by with her boyfriend John, and we talked up a storm about anything and everything, and John rocks. Emily is a little girlier than I remember her and it made me remember why I can't stand girly-girls, but Emily rocks enough mothers to keep her in my Book of Awesome People. And don't keep telling Matt to take me around the school because he just might! >.< XD Being thrown around and randomly loved on. Emily thought it amusing how much I scared the shit out of Matt when he found me reading a baby magazine some time back. I figured that would have been a real miracle for me to have gotten pregnant when I was a virgin. Matt was amused by Emily's net shirt, and I was going to kill Bergfelt for hugging on the girl Eric was inteerested in. Matt was rather blunt with poor, shy, little Eric. "Make a move, dumbass!"

We walked to the school when the line was forming for the dance. Two girls showed up, and they were tripping on some mad shit. The one would have been lay-able had she not been tripping. The white wig was a nice touch. But they wouldn't stop SCREAMING at the top of their fucking lungs. I got in no problem, but John almost didn't. (he's twenty) They let him in eventually. Dancing, Roach's crazy white boy moves, grinding with Matt, three girls gridning on poor Bobby (he wasn't feeling all that great. Poor kid has been having presistant headaches. It would have been awesome though had he returned the grinding), two cheerleaders grinding on Roach, playing Sandstorm, talking to Shell the kick-ass 'lette, and Hakeem giving Matt ice cream which Matt didn't eat. Probably had a 'secret' ingredient. Hint hint, nudge nudge...

And I'm four hours late for my pill. Fucking damnit. If I get sick tommorow, I'll cry.

Meep.

Maaaan, this is off the hook

Thu, 02 Sep 2004 14:26:11 GMT

____YOUR LIFE____
[x] they call me: Erica
[x] also: Eri, Err-ka, Er-bear, Squeaker
[x] sex: Female, I do believe
[x] status: Taken by mein Rotkopf
[x] occupation: Student
[x] nationality: German, Itlalian, Scot
[x] best homegirl[s]: O.o; Kaite, Kat, Krystal, and my mom (who rocks)

____REWIND____
[x] most memorable memory: The whole gang piled into Roach's suburban with everyone a ball of energy. It was great
[x] worst?: Finding out Simon had died
[x] first word uttered: Cookie
[x] first bestfriend ever!?: Kurt, but I don't talk to him now. We try to get along, but he's incredibly republican and very fundimentalist Christian. Normally that wouldn't bother me, but it's oozing and he wants me to share in it.

____FAST FORWARD____
[x] college planning to go: going to CCBC for now, hoping to attend WVU.
[x] future resident of: Matt's house. Oh, wait, I already live there.
[x] wedding: A big white church wedding (every little girl dreams of it) and a handfasting.
[x] children: One or two.
[x] looking forward to: This Friday and sneaking into the game dance
[x] NOT looking forward to: School.

____PLAY____
[x] feeling: Tired. Just woke up.
[x] Listening: Lawnmower outside
[x] Talking: To no one.
[x] doing: Filling his out.
[x] craving: I grave Greek food. and I really want rice pudding.
[x] thinking of: The poor souls that are sitting in the hell knon as Blackhawk High
[x] hating: That my cute litle bigtails are a wreck from sleeping.

____THE OPPOSITE SEX____
[x] turn ons: Very Broad shoulders, slightly heavier, sleeveless t-shirts/backwards baseball cap/faded blue jeans (gonna orgasm just thinking of it), baggy pants/untucked dress shirt with the first couple buttons open (don't ask why, I don't know why that is either), and I have a fetish for male forearms, backs, shoulders, and fingertips
[x] turn offs: Bag-of-bones type of guys, jocks, pimps, overly flirty
[x] does your parents' opinion on your bf/gf matter to you?: My mom, yes. Dad's opinions cancelled out their value long ago.
[x] what kinda hair style?: Short and fuzzly.
[x] the sweetest thing a member of the opposite sex can do for you?: just go out and pick wildflowers from the yard/woods and give them to me. I love that. <3
[x] where do you go to meet new people?: Parties
[x] are you the type of person to holler n ask for numbers?: No.

____PICKY PICKY____
[x] dog or cat: Dog
[x] short or long hair: Short on guys, long for me
[x] innie or outie: Innie
[x] sunshine or rain: Some fucking heavy rain
[x] moon or sun: Moon
[x] basketball or football: Basketball
[x] righty or lefty: Righty
[x] hugs or kisses: Smooches.
[x] 1 best friend or 10 acquaintances: One best friend
[x] bf/gf or best friend: Not picking.
[x] tv or radio: Radio
[x] starbucks or jamba juice: Starbucks
[x] summer or winter: Winter
[x] written letters or e-mails: Written
[x] playstation or nintendo: Playstation 2
[x] disney or nickelodeon: Nickelodeon
[x] car or motorcycle: MOTORCYCLE!
[x] house party or club: Club!
[x] sing or dance: Dance
[x] fast or slow dance: fast, unless it's romantic slowness. that's cool too. (Ditto)
[x] yahoo messenger or aim: AIM
[x] google or ask jeeves?: Google

____MISCELLANEOUS____
[x] can you swim?: I'm a Pisces. Of course I can.
[x] whats your most embarrassing moment?: Hell if I remember. I tend to forget them.
[x] what are you scared of?: Losing Matt, heights
[x] what is your greatest accomplishment?: My Gold Award
[x] what kinda roof is over your head?: A new one.
[x] do you like tomatoes?: Love them. Gonna go pick a few after I get dressed
[x] how many TVs in the house?: 4
[x] how many phones?: 4
[x] how many residents?: 3
[x] how many DVDs do you have?: About a dozen
[x] last dentist visit: June
[x] last doctor visit: Few weeks ago
[x] last phone call: Matt, yesterday

Woo! Can't wait for Friday. Blackhawk has a tradition of holding a dance right after home games. Being a little dork, I never went to one. I don't learned of how awesome they are when I started dating Matt....after Football season was over. But since Ben is back from Germany (and he can't speak any German!), he and I are going to sneak into the dance. Neither of us look over the age of seventeen. They won't ID us because the 8th graders haven't gotten their ID yet. It's going to be the whole gang. Matt, Roach, Bobby, Hakeem, Ben, and me. It's gonna rock SO many mothers. And I'm scheduled to go to Homecoming with Matt. This time, Roach better come along, date or not.

Hakeem: Whataboutmypenis?
Eri: Es ist kurz und klein.
Matt: Und Eri will es saugen.
Eri: !!!

Haha. Good times.

And when I go get my books for school, I'm withdrawing sixty bucks from my account and buying me a brand spanking new CD player because my other one broke, and I feel I deserve something for dealing with dumbass people.

Shower time. I need to shave. Ewww...

Erf

Mon, 30 Aug 2004 04:19:27 GMT

Fucking website won't work. I've torn the second index page apart, piece by piece, and it's still bitching at me. Fuck.

Took Matt to mom's yesterday. My mom rocks so many mothers. It's just craziness. She was blasting Ashley Simpson, and I offered to burn her a back-up copy since store-bought CD's always seem to die. Mom talking about Matt and I's future kid. It will be green-eyed, fair-skinned, and red-headed. Not only is red hair and green eyes strong in Matt's family, it's dominant in mine, too. And knowing my luck, we'll have a boy. David would be proud. And Momma Hinds will weep for I will have the same fate as she. Marrying a red-headed smartass and bearing his exact likeness. Matt tackling me and going through the motions (sexually) and Mom walking in on it. Matt flew back and slammed hard into the wall, as Mom cracked up. Came home and installed Paint Shop Pro and all it's brushes, then hit Matt's. Came home and ate dinner, made my awesome layout, then ran to Matt's again. We got a ride to Krystal's party. Hakeem, Roach, Matt, and Me. We had a blast on the way out. So much wisecracking and Hakeem bouncing off the seat from all the energy, most literally. But when we got there, we learned the party had been canceled. Krystal, you never do that again. Came back and played DDR, was complimented on my mad graphic making skillz, and was kicked out at 10:30.

Thursday, Katie and Kat took me out to celebrate loss of virginity (yes, we celebrated. Girls are weird). We went around the mall, I wish I had gotten that five dollar skirt, and ate at McD's, being obnoxious. Kat is good at the obnoxious thing...

And I want my praying spot back. I wonder if that wolf left yet. It had better. I want my spot back. :(

Hmm

Mon, 30 Aug 2004 03:33:06 GMT

I've been tearing my website apart in prep for a new kickass layout. And I t hought I might be moving my journal to my site. Perhaps to MT or something. I don't know. Got my Financial Aid and I is happy.

Werd

Mon, 23 Aug 2004 15:11:50 GMT

EEEEser-vayeeee

Thu, 19 Aug 2004 00:00:39 GMT

LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Erica Lynn mengel
-- Birth date: 3/17/86
-- Birthplace: Beaver Medical Center, PA
-- Current Location: Home at my comp
-- Eye Color: Brown
-- Hair Color: Brown
-- Height: 5'5"
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: German/Italian/Scot
-- The shoes you wore today: My vans
-- Your weakness: Rotkopf
-- Your fears: Heights. I HATE heights
-- Your perfect pizza: Thick crust with lots of psicy sauce and mushrooms with pepper flakes
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Become a forensic chemist

LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: O.o
-- Your thoughts first waking up: Fuck, I'm awake.
-- Your bedtime: About one am
-- Your most missed memory: Talking with Simon the day before leaving for Christmas vacation

LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Neither
-- Single or group dates: Single. Group dates are a little awkward
-- Adidas or Nike: Adidas
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino.

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: *hacks and dies* Hate smoke.
-- Cuss: Like a sailor
-- Sing: Occasionally, especially to Deftones
-- Take a shower everyday: Of course
-- Have a crush: No.
-- Do you think you've been in love: Yes
-- Want to go to college: Yes
-- Like(d) high school: It sucked mothers
-- Want to get married: Yep
-- Believe in yourself: Yep
-- Get motion sickness: Nope
-- Think you're attractive: I suppose
-- Think you're a health freak: No, I just watch what I eat.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Usually
-- Like thunderstorms: Love them.
-- Play an instrument: No

LAYER SIX:
In the past year
-- Drank alcohol: Yes
-- Smoked: No
-- Done a drug: No
-- Had Sex: Yes
-- Made Out: Yes
-- Gone on a date: Several times
-- Gone to the mall?: Every Friday
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No, but I have a box of chocolate covered oreos
-- Eaten sushi: No, not in the past year
-- Been on stage: No
-- Been dumped: No
-- Gone skating: No
-- Made homemade cookies: Yes
-- Gone skinny-dipping: Not in the past year...
-- Dyed your hair: No
-- Stolen anything: Matt's clothes. I have three of his t-shirts

LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
-- If so, was it mixed company: Yes
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes
-- Been caught "doing something": Momma Hinds caught Matt and I making out once but that was it. O.o;
-- Been called a tease: Yes XD
-- Gotten beaten up: No
-- Shoplifted: No.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: No

LAYER EIGHT:
In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color? Green! (biased)
-- Best hair color? Red (biased)
-- Short or long hair: Short
-- Height: Slightly taller than me
-- Best weight: I like the cuddly type
-- Best articles of clothing: Bondage pants!
-- Best first date location: Don't ask me
-- Best first kiss location: Somewhere dark and quiet. Deserted street or on a swing or something, preferrably at night

Please Turn Out

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 23:43:37 GMT

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Caryn, what do you think?

Duuuuude

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 23:36:15 GMT

Today is just not my day, and CCBC owes me mucho money. They can't count. Is that a bad sign?

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Anniversary

Tue, 17 Aug 2004 04:41:36 GMT

Today was Matt and I's six months. :D And he showered me in gifts (I should have beat him up for spending so much money on me). He gave me twenty (fucking TWENTY) red roses, chocolates, chocolate covered oreos (God's dessert. They're so fucking good), three bags of various Hershey kisses (dark chocolate, hugs, and with almonds), and four pounds of jelly bellies. If I wasn't so amazed I would have smacked him around for spending so much money on me, but I was awe-struck. And later that night he cooked me dinner, and we ate. (Chicken parmesan and spaghetti. Good stuff.) We laid around a bit and attempted a nap that never happened.

Today was good. So very good. But I should still beat him up. If I didn't love him so much. <3

The fuck

Sun, 15 Aug 2004 23:55:20 GMT

I was f-ing hacked. If there were any problems to my hostees, I appologize, things on my end are straightened out. Please check your site for any abnormalities.

Benihana and The Unchained Melody

Sat, 14 Aug 2004 17:49:13 GMT

Yesterday rocked. It started out a bit rocky becuase we got lost almost immediately, which caused some unwanted stress on my part, and I could only pray we were on time. (We had reservations) We finally made it there and had a blast. Our cook was a bit sluggish but it had been a long day and I don't blame him. The food was fantastic, and very filling, and I wish the waitress hadn't taken my onion soup, because it was good. Matt got extra steak from the cook because it was his birthday, and they sang happy birthday and took our picture. Then we went home. I broke the bank on that trip but that's okay! And I'll bite you, Matt, if you pay me back.

But Matt's a real sweetheart. Sitting on his bed when Unchained Melody came on the radio. He pulled me up and we slow danced to it in the middle of his room. :D

And I have an airbrush tattoo right above my left breast, which is the kanji symbol for 'beautiful'. It's right above the heart. \m/

Beep

Fri, 13 Aug 2004 15:11:57 GMT

Bleh. Went to the odc yesterday for my follow-up, and my arm still hurts. So what do they do? Ship me to the hospital for x-rays. Joy. After that, I'll probably end up in physical therapy. That stuff costs money...which my family just does not have.

I say we just lop off my arm now and be done with it.

Benihana's today.