Fig

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Mon, 20 Oct 2003 04:37:20 GMT

my day:

slept til 12 and had disturbingly yellow food for lunch. think i'll avoid that.

bokay, i've got mad studying to do.

Jeshka

COMING BACK AT YA!!!

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Tue, 26 Aug 2003 03:23:49 GMT

Watch out radioactive man!!! Yeah ok im taking up my journal after a freakin year!!!

So, duke. Man, people here are rich. its kinda frustrating.
Well, I thinks it's pretty ironic that all the stuff in the livejournal was written at duke...i mean all the last year stuff was from my internship here.

Isnt it beautiful how things come full circle like that?

Its like a perfect circle.
EEEEEYES OF A FAAALLEN ANGEL> EEEEEEYES OF A TRAGEDY!!!
So I'm thinking of majoring in religious studies minoring in english or philosophy. AND THEN goiNG TO LAW SCHOOL!
To ambitious you say? well, what the hay, might as well make the most out of this education, especially while im not having to pay to much of it.

GO BlUE DEVILS.
oh yeah, we are now ranked third school in the nation for academics
1.Yale
2.Princeton
3.Duke
4.Amherst
5.MIT
yup, that's right, Harvard and Stanford didnt even make top five....stupid meanies didnt even accept me. not that im bitter. Well, ill being sure to be posting some interesting Prkins graffiti, so keep on scrollin on my scriggities...

Nadsat is real Horrorshow

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Mon, 12 Aug 2002 00:57:15 GMT

Good evenin to you, oh my brothers,

Yes, I have perhaps been slightly influenced from reading A clockwork Orange. It's very catchy the nadsat slang. I think everyone ought to read and we all should talk thus. It'd be highly entertaining. Comeon now , JO, I'm counting on you at least. I know how much you enjoy being different. We ARE just a bunch a bunch of doomy gloomies off oddy knocky from the rest of our boring droogs. Anyway, enough about that. I'm quite parched, o my brothers. Perhaps i shall go peet some moloko with a crumpet or two.

Alright enough of that really. I promise. Well, I;ve done some definitive work on my college applications. So far of the eight i am applying to , four have released the PDF printable forms of their applications online. So I have HArvards, Princetons, Chicago;s, and Duke's. Duke is lookin like my surest shot of those. Stanford would be nice though. Ive been working on the essays which are entirely too hard. Im practically losing my gulliver over here. (alright, so i snuck in some nadsat.) SIgh.. never thought id see the day when creative wiritng would tire me, but alas, applications have broken me. BROKEN ME!!!

MM...Spandex. Anyway, bet you're wondering what im up to eh? heh heh...spandex.

In conclusion, I think you're all a bunch of skorry vecks and devotchkas who could use a couple shots of moloko with knives to loosen you up. Now be off before i give you a good tolchock in the rot, or a good smack with my sturdy rookers. You heard me Hoodlum!

Alright, im gonna go tuck my alter ego into bed. Oh my brothers, have a real horrorshow night.

OH IM SORE

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Mon, 05 Aug 2002 19:47:04 GMT

Whattup yo. I just finished Tommyknockers. That was an excellent peice of literature. Nobody understands my admiration for Stephen King. He's original. Very original. Anyway, I suppose i can stop having nightmares now...
I'm starting on Myra Breckinridge by Gore Vidal. I think the main character is a transvestite. ISnt that wholesome?!

I'm here with the kids,. I inssisted that my mother and father go see Signs since I so thoroughly enjoyed it. Yep, bonus points for me. Mmm... I'm eating extreme doritos and they are yummy.

So I'm very sore right now. My back especially. IT's because I had my big saxophone gig two nights ago and had to stand for two hours straight playing in my slightly skewed posture. I'm feeling it now. But it was worth it.

Well, here's an interesting peice of literature for ya:

"I slept and I dreamed the dream. This time there was no disguise anywhere. I was the malicious male-female dwarf figure, the principle of joy-in-destruction; and Saul was my counterpart, male-female, my brother and my sister, and we were dancing in some open place, under enormous white buildings, which were filled with hideous, menacing, black machinery whihc held destruction. But in the dream he and I, or she and I, were friendly, we were not hostile, we were together in spiteful malice. There was a terrible yearning nostalgia in the dream, the longing for death. We came together and kissed, in love. It was terrible, and even in the dream I knew it. Because I recognised in the dream those other dreams we all have, when the essence of love, of tenderness, is concentrated into a kiss or carress, but now it was the carress of two half-human creatures, celebrating destruction"

-Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook

OH IM SORE

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Mon, 05 Aug 2002 19:37:27 GMT

Another Trippy Dream

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Fri, 02 Aug 2002 01:01:38 GMT

Whoa. I had a pretty weird dream last night. It was one of those fading ones where you randomly remember it in full vivid color halfway through the day. I think it was partially inspired by the fact that im still reading the Tommyknockers by Stephen King. Anyway.

In this dream i was an adolescent boy living with my homely mom and a kinda mean, prone to drink dad. We had just moved into this new house as it was still under construction. Some other family had been building it but something happened to them so it was never completed. Anyway, my mom and dad fight alot and im kinda this depressed youth. Well, I go to the bathroom. And the back wall is just comprised of some loose boards. And im staring in the mirror making faces. I stretched my mouth all the way open, kinda snarling and i noticed i had very sharp fangs. So as im making this scary face at myself the lights go out. Except i can still see my eye shining and bloodshot, and one of my sharp fangs. This should have scared me but it didnt. Then I hear arguing behind me. I turn around and see that there are boots visible under the boards of the back wall. Three pairs. that seem to belong to a man a woman and a teenage boy. Almost as if they had walled them selves up in the bathroom. And the man starts talking to me, though all i can see is his shoes, and i have a creepy feeling that i really wouldnt want to see his face, because i can sense that all three have been dead for a while. The man keeps telling me i should "get rid" of my mother and father. And that i had better do it quick because he's been talking to my dad as well. So i race out to find my dad and sure enough i find him with some weapon and my mother lying on the floor in blood. So i freak out and somehow we all end up inside the hospital. From there my dad is charged with injuring my mother, she was not killed, and for some reason i am charged as accomplice. So we spend a few years in prison, and my mom spends a few yeas in the hospital. Finally we get out on parole, and go to visit her in the hospital. All my dad can think to say to her is "Well, looks like we got out before you did." Then he laughs and i wake up.

WWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE for me!

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Mon, 29 Jul 2002 15:10:59 GMT

Alrighty then. I WENT DRIVING!! YAY!!! All by my lonesome all over the place... I went to get my county stickers, and then to Wachovia to get some Monays. And then to Fair Oaks Inova to get a volunteer application. I just feel so darn accomplished. ::sniffle:: brings a tear to my eye. And i didnt even get honked at or anything. Haha (that's how i measure my success). Well, things are good. And good is great. I still miss Ulrich though. Maybe Andrew can come and talk to me in a German accent. I'd feel oh so slightly better.

IM BACK IN BLACK

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Sun, 28 Jul 2002 16:05:04 GMT

Yay! I'm home. And much to my pleasant suprise things have changed quite a bit for the better. My parents are a bit more independant of me. And the kids have really grown.. IT's like stepping in a time portal, yo.
Well, My goodbyes were indeed very sad. As ashamed as I am to admit it I did fall very schoolgirlishly in love with Ulrich. It was hard saying goodbye to the ol' chap. So I got my hug and even a kiss on the cheek, and then cried my head off in the greyhound station for the next half hour. It was alright. He was twelve years older than me, i suppose i should be realistic. Well, I'm glad to be home, and now im going to be a busy lil' beaver workin my tail off. fun fun.

BUT HEY! NOW ILL BE ACTUALLY MAKING MONEY!!

All good things must come to an end

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Fri, 26 Jul 2002 15:25:21 GMT

Alexander Pope once said
"Know Thyself.
Presume not God to scan
The proper study of mankind is man."

That's a totally random quote that has nothing to do with how i feel. A more appropriate one would be.
"It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."

I suppose If i wanted to skew that to my own feelings I would say:
"It is better for me to have had a rockin' fun time at Duke and have to leave, then never to have had a rockin' fun time at all."

And it's true. Alack-a-Day, tomorrow I leave. But i leave with a sense of calm and contentment. I will be ok.

BUT WHAT THE HAY! Today is our "Last day swingin' shindig" We're having catered barbecue and ice cream and junk food!!!YYAAAYY!! I can't wait. Only 2 and a half hours to go....til food. And goodbye hugs..

It's ok. but dear reader, do you think you could give me hug? I think i need a hug...

All's well that ends well

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Thu, 25 Jul 2002 19:17:24 GMT

Alas, My time here is drawing to a close. It has been the best of times...and the worst of times. Actually, truthfully, it's only been the best of times...haha

THE BOURNE IDENTITY WAS SOOO GOOD!!! Then again, I'm easy to please. I went to see the Bourne Identity with a blonde nyah nyah na nyah nyah. Matt Damon's a cutey patutey. That's right I said "cutey patutey" just like Rosie O' Donnel. I wonder if Dan still has a crush on her. Anyway, tomorrow's my last day, and Saturday I take the bus home. I guess I feel pretty ambiguous about it. Im eager to be welcomed back to friends and family, but am not so eager to leave behind the unparalleled freedom I got a taste of. Aye me...Oye vey...

At least we're having a party. We decided on catered barbecue, with ice cream and junk food. Sounds like my kind of party! tee hee. I'll have to say goodbye to my new friends and my blondes. I'll miss my blondes. (By the way, I'm still trying to figure out the semantics of my new mania) Meh, Ive always like punk rockers with scgraggly blonde hair...i guess it's my "thing". ::sigh:: KYle....::AHEM:: I mean, WHAT!? How Dare You!?

Well, I'm reading the tommyknockers by Steven King. I think he's a pretty cool dude. FRIKKIN SCARY IS WHAT.

Ya, and guess what else. I dont care what anyone else says Andy is a pretty nice guy.

"Late last night and the night before,
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers, knocking at your door..
Want to go out, don't know if i can.
Cuz I'm so scared of the Tommyknocker Man."

This is such a girl empowerment song

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Wed, 24 Jul 2002 14:09:47 GMT

Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes i don't... Sometimes I comb my hair and somtimes I won't.... Depending how the wind blows I might even paint my toes... I guess it all depends on what feels good in my soul....

Yeah, that's right India, you go 'head girl.

Alright enough girl power for one entry. YAY!!! TODAY WILL BE ANOTHER EXCITING DAY. Craig (the lab head from the yeast lab) has decided he wants to take all the "On the Edge" scholars out to lunch at Sparticus Greek restaurant and then to see a movie. Comeon, guess which movie....GUESS!! YES THAT"S RIGHT! The Bourne Identity. And since Scott is a scholar I will technically be with a blonde at the Bourne Identity. And Philip might come...im convincing him now to get out of bed and mosey over here. So yes. after five long weeks the objective of my summer here is complete: I am seeing the Bourne Identity with a blonde. By the way, I think I should have a psychiatric evaluation to uncover my secret fascination with blondes. It's not healthy, is it?

Ah well...

...I'm not your average girl from a video.. And ain't built like a supermodel.. but I learned to love myself unconditionally... because I am a queen...

Yeah, you go 'head India....

This is a pretty song...

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Tue, 23 Jul 2002 15:04:50 GMT

Yes, very nice..

ANYWAY! YEsterday was fuuuunnn. Austin Powers Three was incredibly hilarious (and at times supremely disgusting). But it was inarguably better than the first or second. Philip was a gentleman and I had, all in all, a wonderful evening.

SO THERE!

By the way, Hawaiian names are cool.

Hawaii Hawaii Hawaii Hawaii. It's one of those words where if you say it enough times it begins to lose its meaning. Troubling.

YYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Mon, 22 Jul 2002 14:59:04 GMT

I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON!

::whew:: I am having a lucky streak or something! I had a very cool thing happen to me saturday night. It was 10:00 PM and I was winding down to sleep, bored out of my pretty little head. Just listening to the radio station G105...and they announced one of those "call in and win" contests. The 15th caller would win two tickets to the Austin Powers Goldmember EXCLUSIVE Premiere at the Raleighwood Grand Theatre. So I called on a lark and I WON!!! I was the 15th caller and I was on the radio and everything! The conversation is as follows:

Radio guy: Who is thiiiiis?
me: JESSICA!!
Radio guy: Well guess what, Jessica.
me: I'm the 15h caller!?
Radio guy: Youre the 15th caller!
me: SO I WIN!?
Radio guy: Yes, you are going to see Austin Powers at RALEIGHWOOD!
me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I LOVE YOU!
Radio guy: Well I love you too, Jessica. And Tell everybody who's the hit station that's sending you to Raleighwood.
me: G 105!!!

So that is definitely cool. I'm going tonight. Probably with the blonde from my lab, since he's been so nice to me. He's actually been trying to win these tickets. It was quite hilarious when i was talking to him on the phone. He was like "I wonder what I'm going to tell my friends. Oh yeah, I'm going to the Austin Powers premiere. And when they ask me how Im gonna say: Oh, some senior girl from Virginia won them and decided to take me." He was laughing (keep in mind he's a freshie...well gonna be a sophomore.) So this is just blissful for him. haha..well should be fun. I'm all giddy and happy now. Hope everyone else is having a beautiful day..
OO! I finally saw OCean's 11. THAT WAS A GOOD MOVIE. ::drool:: I definitely want ocean's 11 Brad. The suits are niiice...

why i don't like people

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Sat, 20 Jul 2002 15:11:55 GMT

Yes, I am thoroughly off-pissed today. I was walking to the grocery yesterday to pick up some very necesarry painkillers. And what to my wondering eyes did appear? Why a cute little, teeny weeny, kitty cat! Yes, an adorable jet black kitten with big green eyes. She was soo cute. So, predicatably, I stopped and try to coax the kitten over to me so i can give him/her a friendly caress. And just as the kitten was beginning to trust me and slowly saunter over, some hispanic jerks in a beat up ford honked at me. Now, ive gotten quite used to this in my stay here. and i wouldnt have cared except the poor kitten jumped and darted off into the sewers in fright. Now, that was the last straw. I am very fed up with being ogled in the street. So, when i finally got to the grocery store and some guy in another beat up car pulled up and whistled for my attention, I turned aroud and stared him in the face for a few seconds, before screaming at the top of my lungs for the whole parking lot to hear, "GO AWAY!" And he got this hurt look on his face. what the heck? Am i supposed to feel sorry the poor jerk cant have any class? ::exhale:: Anyway, the next person who pulls up to me on the street or in a parking lot is gonna get their car keyed. And ive been carrying a key in my pocket so....it doesnt sound like such a bad idea..

Oops

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Fri, 19 Jul 2002 18:14:09 GMT

I'm bored, so i learned THIS at Bored.com

When Gerber started selling baby food in Africa, they used the
same packaging as in the U.S., with the beautiful Caucasian baby
on the label. Later they learned that in Africa, companies
routinely put pictures on the label of what's inside, since most
people can't read.

Anyway, ive just discovered kazaa..fun fun. 'm always so late on these things. I'm talking to Phillip (blonde from lab) He;s just oodles of fun.

Alright

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Fri, 19 Jul 2002 14:34:14 GMT

I give up... I really do I give up.

I have given up on trying to make this Allah-forsaken journal have pictures. I tried so hard... i tried so hard to be good. I thought i could do it. I thought liquid2k was the answer to my fragile little mind...

Pardon me, while i go throw myself off a cyber bridge. Fair-thee-well.

The EYE is WATCHING YOU... no really...I'm serious this time.

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Fri, 19 Jul 2002 14:31:34 GMT

IT's the EVIL EYE OF SAURON!!!! HEy, stop laughing it's really gonna work this time ok!?

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ::sigh:: ok what the heck....ill just post the picture cuz i wanna see if it works... You've broken my spirit ok?! You've broken it!

Tee hee

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Fri, 19 Jul 2002 14:18:18 GMT

La lala... I'm a giddy schoolgirl today. The blonde in my lab has been oh so gradually warming up to me...
Anyway, he's started getting coffee for me every day which is i think is especially nice of him. HE's the boss's son which is kinda weird but it doesnt matter...

So yesterday I was doing my slides, and coming back to the computer to chat with Jo and Andy in my spare minutes. And he kinda peers over my shoulder silently then hop skips over to the computer right behind me. I wasnt quite sure what he was doing. He had looked at my screen name and starting chatting with me online when he was, like, a foot away from me. I thought that was just adorable so i started laughing. Well we talked for a while, general stuff.. then i had to go coverslip my slides.
And when i came back i looked at the screen and he had had to leave. it said "Sorry I had to go. Talk to ya later babe."

I was like "whoa" "babe?" He's a little too shy to just call somebody "babe" without meaning it. Anyway, i was flattered, although babe isnt quite as classy a term as i could think of. He likes me...i think. Anyway, gotta keep flipping the switch. It's one of those mechanical things that must be kept in working order....I'll see how all this develops. Too bad he doesnt have a car...

The EYE is WATCHING YOU!

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Thu, 18 Jul 2002 16:12:00 GMT

The EVIL EYE of SAURON....and by Sauron i mean Figgy.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

My visit to the dream doctor

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Thu, 18 Jul 2002 14:06:34 GMT

Alright I got my dream analysis from Katherine PArk. But I went to the website deally Jo recommended and looked up some of the elements of my dream. Here's my fascinating discovery:

BOMBS: Are you nervous about an “explosive” situation at work, in your family, or in your personal life? This dream is a warning! Identify the “accident waiting to happen,” and take steps to defuse this concern in waking life. Bombs also can symbolize periods of emotional instability, when we are uncertain about the future: will we “survive?” Destruction due to bombs can represent the aftermath of emotional attack or abuse, in the present or the past.

Celebrities: Symbol of social status and attention. Dreams of friendly interaction with celebrities reflect feelings of increased social status—a celeb treats us “like an equal.” Attempts to contact a celebrity reflect needs for recognition, attention, and validation in our lives. If we experience difficulty reaching the celebrity, this may reflect unfulfilled desires for status and approval.

TRAINS: Trains signify attempts to reach significant destinations in our lives—such as career or romantic goals. Do we arrive successfully? Train wrecks and mechanical failures indicate doubts about our ability to achieve a goal. Trains “jumping the track” reflect feelings that one is headed in the wrong direction, or that one has deviated from the intended path. Watching a loved one or family member depart on a train symbolizes feelings of separation

ATTACKED: Dreams of being attacked typically represent feelings of being attacked, emotionally, in our waking lives. If we are able to identify the attacker in our dreams, we will learn who—or what—is causing us the distress.
Is the attacker someone we know? If so, we are alerted that we feel threatened (emotionally) by this person. Other common attack dreams—a man or woman being chased by males at night, someone shooting us or attacking us with a knife—may reflect literal fears of violence or vulnerability. If we resist and stand up to an attacker it is a positive sign of self-confidence and assertion. If we are attacked and are unable to defend ourselves, this reflects a feeling of powerless against whomever or whatever our attacker represents. Attackers may also represent internal struggles—“battles” with drug, alcohol, or food addictions, for example, that a person “just can’t beat.” Attackers may also represent social pressures to conform

Anyway, I'm listening to a song right now, and i have no idea who its by or what the name of the song is. But i really like it. "Please please please dont drag me down..." I bet 20$ Jo could tell me what it is. She knows everything. she could probably post a medley of pictures of the guy too... haha. good ol' jo.

Inspirational Song Lyrics of the Week

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Wed, 17 Jul 2002 17:57:27 GMT

I randomly remembered this very old school song because my sister used to sing it all the time, and i always found that highly amusing.

Undone- The Sweater Song
I'm me
Me be
G**D***
I am
I can
Sing and
Here me
Know me
*Chorus*If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor, I've come undone

Oh no
It go
It gone
Bye-bye
Who I
I think
I sink
and I die

Chorus twice

I don't want to destroy your tank-top
Let's be friends and just walk away
Hate you see you lyin' there in your Superman skivvies
Lying on the floor, I've come undone

Another very very horrendous dream

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Wed, 17 Jul 2002 12:17:02 GMT

::shudder::
I woke up screaming this morning from a very terrible and horrific and gory dream. Right now i am in creepy (but cool) Perkins and am still really shaken. ::shudder:: Really shaken.. I'm not even sure why because the dream was very eccentric, it's not like i thought it was actually happening, but it FELT real. Aye mio... I feel very weird right now. I need to laugh or something and shake it off. Anyway, I will here vent the very horrible details of my nightmare. But it is for ages 12+.

::clearing thoat:: Well, it started off as me and a bunch of men and women i didnt know travelling on the subway out to this place. I had no idea where we were going but i do remember everyone being kinda panicky. The funny thing is, I was MAry Tyler Moore. (Thinking of the Weezer song, perhaps?)
So I (mary tyler moore) and every one else on this subway finally arrived at our stop. We went in and it was this really sterile white building with white walls. I think it was a sanitarium, or at least that's what it felt like. Anyway, as soon as we got off we felt this huge explosion and looked back. Whatever city he had just come from was hit with a nuclear bomb and was entirely destroyed. And we kept feelig nuclear explosions all around us. And suddenly it stopped, and we just understood that we were the only people left in the world. So it immediately dawned on us that we, as a group, would be responsible for reestablishing civilization and government. And of course it all goes downhill from there. I swear, it was straight Lord of the FLies. Nobody could agree with each other, no one wanted to agree on a leader. And i turned out doing alot of speaking tyring to convince everyone that we needed order or we would go crazy on each other. The issue of food came up. And proliferation, which really worried me because we had alot more men in the group than women. So, needless to say, I was getting really apprhensive. Well, we all decided to search the sanitarium top to bottom and inventory what we already had. So we're all moving along in our little group. When we get to this room that is entirely empty except for a cross shape in the wall. Then I realize it is a screen. And ::click:: it turns on! It's a Tv, and the second it turns on the whole group yells in joy and gets down on their knees to worship it. It was exactly what Dan did to King Richard in drama practice. That ridiculous full body bow. So they seriously set this TV up as the idol of our civilization. And everyone is getting really upset with me because i find this whole thing stupidly ridiculous. Anyway, a new show came on and it was actually a horror movie with a leading role played by! you guessed it, Mary Tyler Moore. Except (and at this point i dont know where all the women went, all i remember is the men) They all started looking at the tv screen, and then looking back at me, with this bizarre look in their eyes. Oh man... i absolutely freaked out. And it came to a scene in the movie when Mary was being very horridly murdered by this green monster swamp thing kinda deally. So all the men got up from their kneeling, again peering at the tv then at me. So i look down and realize that i somehow came to be in this light blue dress. It was very elegant, but i looked at the tv and realized it was what the MAry in the movie was wearing. And i realized from their looks that they planned on killing me too, just like in the movie. So i tried to run, but the door was behind the whole group. So they caught me and held me down.
*disclaimer: it's gruesome*
So first they cut my ankles all the way around. And i really thought i felt it, which was why this dream was so bad for me. And they were all laughing and having a good time. Then they cut my wrists all the way around and let me flail around for a while. Then one of them stabbed me in the side...kinda at the top of my pelvis i would say. Then...
*disclaimer: it's really gruesome*
It came to the climax of the movie, and they all turned around to see what to do to me next. But they blocked my view and i couldnt see. Of course im hysterical and crying by now. And then they turn around and two of them stand me up. And stab me right at the base of my throat with something that wasnt a knife, but wasnt quite blunt. ::shudder:; and from the base of my neck they cut me all the way down to my waist. It was a VERY WEIRD feeling. And i just stood there with my dress all ruined and look down at my torso and there was actually a line where i could kinda see through, because they had cut be with something bigger than a knife. Then one of them hit me on the crown of my head and because i didnt really have anything supporting my neck anymore my head just kinda sunk down in between my shoulders. I looked really very frightening standing with my huge gash and my head kinda dangling down inside the wound. But i managed to look over and saw the Mary in the movie standing in the same position with the credits rolling. I collasped to the floor, pretty much resigned to my fate of dying, and i heard this shrieking noise. I could kinda see out of a window, and sure enough i was staring at a nuclear bomb heading straight at us..

So I woke up SCREAMING, except there was no Ulrich to ask me if i was ok. I really did not like that dream and i had to turn all the lights on in the house before i was ok. I am not sure if i will be turning them off when i go to sleep tonight. Sheesh. Well, that was graphic. But it felt good to get that out. Dear readers, i hope that was not to shocking for you? KAtherine was analyzing my dream this morning in the car. She thinks then nuclear part has to do with post 9/11 stress. She thinks being Mary Tyler Moore is me identfying with the stress of being an independant woman and maybe me grappling with my identity of a funloving, but career oriented person. She thinks the TV issue has to do with the fact that i no longer watch tv and maybe have an underlying loathing for it, or i loathe the way i feel unproductive when i do watch it. She thinks the whole trying to set up government, and trying to persuade them myself is related to performance anxiety in school and/or work.

anyway, she's a psychiatry major, which doesnt mean she can diagnose my dreams, but it did sound pretty reasonable. Jeezum crow, this is a long entry. My apologies. Now im going to go read in the creepy book stacks. Keepin' an eye open for weird tv worshipping men...

Trying this again

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Tue, 16 Jul 2002 16:35:20 GMT

Ya, I hope me trying to upload this works. Cause I'm tired of being unsuccessful in every computer endeavor i undertake.

It's Omniboy 5.0!! The Kyle Clone! Order yours today! Only 199.99$ Worth 5x's as much!

SHA!

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Tue, 16 Jul 2002 13:54:02 GMT

Why will not my computer let me see the picture i just tried to upload? WHY WHY! I feel like Nancy Kerigan after she got clubbed by Tanya Harding's henchmen....

This is a sad sad day... I just wanted to share John Mayer with the world. Is that so wrong?

The SEXIEST VOICE IN THE WORLD!!! John Mayer....

princessfigga@yahoo.com — Tue, 16 Jul 2002 13:49:22 GMT