ON ACCEPTING THE FRENCH IDEA OF GENIUS:

http://www.flashcardexchange.com/tag/Japanese

WOWEE! I was goofing around with my school's blackboard system, just messing with stuff, you know...I like to mess. And I found a few really cool, nerd-type sites. The one above, of course, for Ms. Rabbit...who is taking some time off of her japanese studies, but might like some very nice flashcards, just to keep her on her game? Other things they have...well what don't they. There are flashcards for everything! I found them through a service called Scholar, which I didn't even know existed. I must play with this bizness.

Now, I've taught that completly online course for Western, and I've incorporated a lot of web components into my course, but I think I'm going to amp it up a bit more this fall, for my benefit as well as the students' benefits. I don't know if the rest of you are facing this, and I'm sure I've complained about this ad nauseum, but my students are some of the most computer UN-savvy people I've ever met. They have the skill level of retirees who email their grandchildren and have to call a clever nephew to ask how to attach a picture. I'm disappointed e-generation! The truth is, I would love them to know more about computers and databases and internet gadgets and whatnots than I do ...and they should know more! They should, my freshmen were born in (WAIT FOR IT) 1991!!! So, by the time they entered Kindergarten it was 1996, the internet was in full-effect at that point, email was a regular and common thing. So, as far as I can tell there is little excuse for the lack of knowledge they have about computers and resources. And yet...and yet...and yet...wow.

When I was in middle school I took a course called "keyboarding" which taught me not only how to type on the computer, but how to use a word processing program and how to do some basic DOS navigating and programming. This was in 1986-87. And yet, when I entered high school (even at CAHS...let's just ignore the fact that in 1992 at Canal Winchester there were exactly 3 computers in the whole school--one in the office and two carefully locked away by the librarian) there were no computers or computer courses. I took typing at CAHS on an electric typewriter...a room full of electric typewriters clacking away, and us with our little pencil shaped erasers and onion skin and white out and transfer paper! Why the fuck didn't anyone get their ass together enough to realize that no one was ever going to use an electric typewriter again? This was a college prep sort of school, and the only computers were locked away in the "computer room" and bogarted by the same group of 10 pale and pasty rejects playing D and D during their free periods. But, I had taken time to learn the stuff on my own. I still am. It's the middle of summer and I'm all..."I wonder what updates they've made on our blackboard system?" And "I hope I can incorporate some multimedia resources and links!"

But my students? Who apparently, despite the fact that colleges run on computers and businesses run on computers and even the fucking DMV runs on computers...do not know how to set up an email account!! They do not know how to attach their paper when I ask them to. They do not know how to do anything other than download music, copy and paste the abridged, "free peek" essays from paper mills into their research papers," and play around on social networking sites. That's it. The smarter ones consider wikipedia a valid resource for information and might...MIGHT know that google earth is kinda nifty because there are nude beaches. They don't know that there is real research and real information out there. They don't know that a clever person can find anything...ANYTHING! (Yesterday I helped Roy, who is fairly computer savvy, find a very trickily hidden resource and post it to his blackboard pages.) Problem with your car? Look it up, watch a video on how to replace/repair/whatever (yes, I have). Can't read Japanese? Locate all the fangirls who fanslate for you because they want to share their passion with others (they just want someone to talk to about what they've read...I'm totally there for them). Do you need a copy of an obscure 18th century compendium of oddities? It's there, beautiful and lovely in all of its grotesqueries...spilling out to whomever would like to see it. Wanna draw pretty pictures at two am? I sure do. Wanna rant to your friends far away when you should be doing dishes? I AM! Need a recipe for bananna bread later? Need to know how to prune an azalea? Need to find a grant for your weird project? WE'VE GOT THAT! But the students...the kids who should be able to find it and access it...can't. What the fuck do they do all day if they aren't playing on the internet?

And if they're not playing on the internet, then why do they have such cool hand-held internet access?

I think I have missed my calling, I think about this sometimes. I like smells. I can identify what you've put in a meal from the smell. I can smell rain and snow before they fall. I know what vodka smells like. Porcelain has a different smell when it's cold and when it's hot. All metals have their own smell. I can identify some flowers without looking, and I hate perfume because it is too noisy and it lies (eg. most "honeysuckle" perfume smells quite unlike honeysuckle and more like a strange jasmine based perfume my grandma wore in the 70s...the ONLY one I like is the Demeter version, because it smells like live, green, real honeysuckle not wilted and pressed blossoms soaking in alcohol). Did you know they call a person who works with perfume a "nose?" So, smells is the topic of the day.

Christopher Brosius worked for Demeter for years and has now established his own company, his website is: I Hate Perfume . I agree. I hate perfume too. Some of the scents he has listed sound amazing. I want to pilgrimage and sniff them. He also does custom scents. This is intriguing...there are smells I would like.

Because you love my lists (well, I tell myself you do), Amander's favorite smells: ( “listed )

1. Consisting of or having the form of powder or dust; powdery.

1656 BLOUNT Glossogr., Pulverulent, dusty, of dust, full of dust. 1806 SAUNDERS Mineral Waters I. 20 The glutinous part of wheat flour, [which is] dry and pulverulent. 1830 LINDLEY Nat. Syst. Bot. 316 In Lycopodium..the pulverulent thecæ occupy the upper ends of the shoots. 1883 Athenæum 11 Aug. 183/2 The announcement by M. Spring that a pressure of 5,000 atmospheres caused pulverulent matters to aggregate into crystalline masses.



2. Covered with powder or dust; dusty; spec. in Entom. and Bot.

1744 AKENSIDE Poet, On shelves pulverulent, majestic stands His library. 1826 KIRBY & SP. Entomol. IV. xlvi. 275 Pulverulent,..covered with very minute powder-like scales. 1828 R. K. GREVILLE Sc. Crypt. Flora VI. 338 Perithecia..white and pulverulent.



3. Of very slight cohesion; crumbling to dust.

1794 SULLIVAN View Nat. I. 500 Calcareous stone is also found in the pulverulent form; and of this kind is chalk. 1811 PINKERTON Petralogy II. 381 Ashes, sand, and light pulverulent scoriæ. 1856 CARPENTER Microsc. 373 A thallus..which has no very defined limit, and which, in consequence of the very slight adhesion of its component cells, is said to be ‘pulverulent’. 1882 GEIKIE Text-bk. Geol. II. II. iii. 91 A rock is said to be..pulverulent, when it readily falls to powder.



4. Pulverizing. rare. erron.

1864 RUSKIN Arrows of Chace (1880) I. 260 The pulverulent effect [on masses of stone] of original precipitation to glacier level from two or three thousand feet above.



5. Of birds: Characterized by or addicted to lying or rolling in the dust.

1828 in WEBSTER. 1869 GILLMORE tr. Figuier's Rept. & Birds v. 410 Partridges have, like the Quail, the pulverulent instinct.



Hence pulverulently adv., in a powdery or dusty manner. pulverulentous a. (in quot. pulveri-), pulverulent. Obs. rare.

1640 PARKINSON Theat. Bot. 1594 We have many sorts [of myrrh].., great and small, fat and dry, pulverilentous like, pale and more red. 1821 W. P. C. BARTON Flora N. Amer. I. 113 Corolla pulverulently rough within.



Sometimes I feel very pulverilentous like (dusty and shite).

Obs. nonce-wd.


That corrupts or ruins women.

[1780 M. MADAN (title) Thelyphthora; or, A Treatise on Female Ruin, in its Causes, Effects, Consequences, Prevention, and Remedy.] 1794 MATHIAS Purs. Lit. I. 160 Must I with Madan, bent on gospel truth, In Thelypthoric lore instruct our youth.


Me likey word. Roy is thelyphthoric in that he ruint me for all other mens (with his sexy and whatnot). I is ruint. RUINT! Wait is ruint a word? Okay, the oed says NO, not a word. hmmm... but ruinated is! I is ruinated! (That sounds funny... I ruinated my panties when I urinated in them. ha hahahahaha! Not really. I'm not that old.)

Anime' from OED

Fr. animé animated, excited, roused.]

In action and showing a desire to fight; having the eyes, etc. of a different tincture from the animal itself.

1731 in BAILEY. 1753 in CHAMBERS Cycl. Supp.



Anime' from Amanderpanderer

Cartoons worth obsessing over. aka anything shonen-ai, InuYasha, Studio Ghibli (thanks rabbit).

As in: "God, why am I watching this anime'? I feel like a total la rouche. Ooh, that cartoon is cute. What's wrong with me?"

I have tried to explain this word (which I use quite often, out of habit) to other non-hillbilly folk, but have found it difficult to describe so here tis': Jakey:


OED help me out!

Jake
[Prob. the personal name Jake, abbrev. of Jacob.]

A rustic lout or simpleton: usually country jake.

1884
a1854 1941
1915



a1854, etc. [see country jake s.v. COUNTRY 16]. 1884 G. W. PECK Peck's Boss Bk. 68 A masher, like many of the Jakes of the present day. 1915 Dialect Notes IV. 199 He's no jake even though he did come from a Nebraska farm. 1941 H. S. TRUMAN Let. 5 Oct. in M. Truman Harry S. Truman (1973) viii. 142 You'd think I was Cicero or Cato. But I'm not. Just a country jake who works at the job.

So then, something that is jakey is like that of a tacky ass hillbilly simpleton.

My use: Take those engineer boots off with that skirt maureen, you look jakey.

So if I say you dress jakey, it is not a good thing. It means you look like a dang foo.

(I love me the oed)

All anyone can do is talk about the weather, and this time with purpose, no small talk here (even the shallow folk, moi, are waxing all philosophical and itchy). Ill wind, loves, ill wind. Okay, Southwest Michigan is not Southern Europe (shocker, indeed), but something is going on here, because no one feels right in their skin. It could be that outside any AC it feels like breathing through a wet rag (and there's no AC for me...well, I guess here at work, but moving in and out of it really hurts more than it helps). What we need is rain and negative ions. Something to lift the large weight of atmosphere that's pushing us all groundward and doing strange things to our brains. (I did start part three of the long poem last night, "Rose of Sharon" is the working title...this will be the paradise section, although what kind of paradise mandie invisions ultimatly will not be the kind a more thoughtful, sensitive person will invision. It's gotten weird, I felt possessed; so, in the end maybe the weight of gravity will be a good thing, I mean it don't make for happy poems, but it do make for serious strangenesses. BGN is off limits for me until the weather breaks, otherwise it will eat my soul and the sorrows will pile up on Winter's head like a soap opera of gaylicious proportions.) COME ON THUNDER!!! Who knows anyone who can do a rain dance? Call them, tell them it's not about crops or the water table, but something far more important.

IS something looming all wicked and contrary? Probebly not. But ain't we all chock full of miasma and anticipated misfortune? And don't that make us see misfortune everywhere, or at least plain dumb luck and poor circumstance? So really it's us maybe? and not the wind? But if we need something to blame I suggest weather as a scapegoat. Weather or astronomy (dog days of summer...dog star biz), yup, why not? I mean we are so completely sane and blameless. Or, I'm wrong and will be attacked by a legion of hot air ballooning spiders this time, and the giant quarter will hit me, and every magic shop in the immediate and outlying areas will be closed to me, and a big wind will blow me into who knows what (only that it's quite uncomfortable), and no one's finaid checks will clear, and no one will love us quite the same way ever because we are filled with dibilitating panic, and we will even forget how to spell dibilitating, and maybe our own names correctly...why not? (None of those things seem particularly tragic on a grand scale though.)


So...for those of you whose skin is crawling in Mid-August Kalamazoo, and those who want to sympathize: the OED's Sirocco entry.

1. a. An oppressively hot and blighting wind, blowing from the north coast of Africa over the Mediterranean and affecting parts of Southern Europe (where it is also moist and depressing). Usually with the.

1617 MORYSON Itin. I. 211 The South-East winde (which the Italians call Syrocco) did blow very contrary to us. 1667 MILTON P.L. x. 706 Forth rush..Eurus and Zephir with thir lateral noise, Sirocco, and Libecchio. 1756-7 tr. Keysler's Trav. (1760) II. 96 The woods south of Rome are kept up as a fence against the Sirocco, or south-west wind. a1791 WESLEY Serm. lxix. Wks. 1811 IX. 251 There will be no Sirocco in Italy. 1818 MRS. E. H. ILIFF Poems sev. Occas. (ed. 2) 120 When dire Sirocco..From Afric's burning sands mephitic vapours brings. 1859 HAWTHORNE Marble Faun xl, Where the sirocco steals away their strength. 1884 F. M. CRAWFORD Rom. Singer I. 21 The sirocco was blowing up and down the streets.



transf. 1848 J. S. ROBINSON Sk. Gt. West 17 The dreaded Sirocco..burns us even through our clothes. 1870 Weekly Standard (Buenos Aires) 21 Dec. (Suppl.) col. 6 The Sirocco on Wednesday was so terrible that in the effort to keep cool, the mind reverted to icebergs and Polar travels but all in vain. 1872 E. BRADDON Life India ii. 14 From the west blows a scorching wind, the sirocco of..the Daodpore desert.



1819 SHELLEY Lett. Prose Wks. 1880 IV. 134 My health is better so long as the scirocco blows. 1861 E. A. BEAUFORT Egypt. Sepulch. & Syrian Shrines II. 223 Under the balmy skies of the early spring, before the horrible scirocco begins to blow. 1866 HOWELLS Venet. Life iii. 33 The insidious heat of the scirocco.



b. With a and pl.

1700 J. JACKSON Let. 2 Feb. in Private Corr. S. Pepys (1926) I. 278 But the weather being changed and the Sciroccos now blowing into the place of the Tramontains, this design is become impracticable. 1820 BYRON Mar. Fal. I. ii. 572 The atmosphere is thick and dusky; 'Tis a sirocco. 1884 St. James's Gaz. 11 Dec. 10/2 The storm..was followed by a sirocco, which lasted until noon.



1841 FITZGERALD Lett. (1889) I. 71 We have incessant rain, which is as bad as your sciroccos. 1860 MRS. HARVEY Cruise Claymore vii. 134 A khamseen was blowing;..this wind, which is an exaggerated scirocco, brings clouds of hot sand from the desert.



c. fig. A blighting influence; a fiery storm.

1864 G. A. SALA Quite Alone I. ii. 40 Now Scandal's sirocco seized a spiteful anecdote, and twirled and twisted and sent it spinning. 1865 J. H. INGRAHAM Pillar of Fire (1872) 401, I..have passed through a sirocco of the soul.



2. ellipt. A sirocco drying-machine (see 3).

1890 Daily News 2 Sept. 2/5 When the hops have been sufficiently rolled..they are..placed in the drying machine or sirocco. 1892 WALSH Tea 105 In the process of ‘firing’ the leaves are..placed in layers in a hot-air machine, known as a ‘Sirocco’.



3. attrib., as sirocco blast, -dust, fog, gale, weather, wind; also sirocco fan, a fan for forcing a strong current of air into a mine, etc.; sirocco drying-closet, drying-machine, oven, a closet, machine, or oven for drying hops or tea-leaves, by means of a hot, moist current of air (cf. 2).

1894 GLADSTONE Horace III. xxiii. 5 Your vines shall mock *scirocco blasts.


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1885 C. G. W. LOCK Worksh. Rec. Ser. IV. 115/2 About a third of the tea..is cured in Davidson's so-called ‘*sirocco’ drying-closets.
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1890 Pall Mall G. 1 Oct. 2/3 The first ‘*Sirocco’ drying machine (in which hops are being made into tea).
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1879 Encycl. Brit. X. 266/1 The dust or sand of dried lakes..borne away into the upper regions of the atmosphere,..may descend again..in the form of ‘red-fog’, ‘sea-dust’, or ‘*sirocco-dust’.
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1861 E. A. BEAUFORT Egypt. Sepulch. & Syrian Shrines II. xxiii. 295 The mountains..were veiled in a dreamy, sad-looking *scirocco fog.
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1895 F. M. CRAWFORD Casa Braccio xxxvi, Then came November with its pestilent *sirocco gales and its dampness.
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1890 Daily News 2 Sept. 2/5 The machinery consists of a *Sirocco oven and a patent tea roller.
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1897 HUGHES Mediterranean Fever v. 193 It [sc. ice] will also be needed in warm and *sirocco weather.
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1777 A. ADAMS in Fam. Lett. (1876) 253 The same effect..which..the *sirocco winds have upon the inhabitants of Sicily. 1794 SULLIVAN View Nat. I. 19 An enfeebling and unhinging power, like that of the Sirocco wind.
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Please rock me like a hurricaine,
Girly Lama

Okay, who knew spiders could construct elaborate hot air ballons out of their bodies and fly through the air? Okay, yes, I saw charlotte's web too, bitches, but this was NO baby spider! This was one of those large assed, orangey striped spiders (a tabby cat of a spider, a meow mix eating Morris of a spider) and it was flying through the air towards me...towards me!! And get this...it was attempting to catch a fly mid air and eat it. (I just had the worst involuntary shudder just then, maybe I shouldn't talk about this?) So, airborne spider special forces attack goes by me in the driveway, my response..."WHAT IS THAT? WHAT IS THAT? OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?" at the top of my lungs as it drifts only 3 feet from me. Then, I freeze,and Roy walks out of the house as I am frozen (literally) big-eyed and pale beside the car. (P.S. if the spider had gotten any closer to me I may have died of cat sized flying spider induced heart attack!) Roy looks at me funny, scans the driveway and says "What's wrong?" in this really strange way that makes me think that I probebly look like a psychopath or Haley Jo Osmont in 6th Sense, I just shake my head no and start wobbling. So he runs over and I can't make words to explain the cat/spider/hotair balloon creature who had invaded my space, finally I get it out and he says "Nuh, uh." My response: "How am I gonna make that up?"

What interests me is that I am the witness to so many spider lives. We have decided that spiders are not, as I believe, drawn to the smell of my fear, but that I am just more aware of their presence. (PS later last night, tiny spider on the toilet paper!!! TOILET PAPER! That goes near my junks, and I DO NOT want no spider, no matter how tiny up near my biddness...dang.) But I am starting to disagree, I am, it seems, under attack...that's my theory.

Okay, time passes, Mandie calms down from surreal spider situation and is driving Roy's sweet ride to Hardings (Jewel-Osco for you old school dorks), as I am stopping at the light on the corner of Vine and Westnedge, a truck makes a left from vine to Westnedge in front of me, and a huge (10 feet at least) circular wooden sign pops out of the back of his pickup, bounces twice, and rolls like a quarter towards me. I do the only thing I can do while trapped in stopped traffic, I close my eyes and wait for the damned thing to run me over. So, I wait like 10 seconds, open my eyes, and it has rolled right past me (hoo-roar!) and is doing the big quarter thing where it rolls on it's edge for a while before flopping down about 8 feet behind me. Close call bitches, and how do you tell your insurance company that you were crushed by a giant quarter? I mean, without them laughing?

Less bizzare stuff: the laundry is done so I am wearing honest-to-goodness underpants instead of biker shorts posing as underpants. Sweet. Underpants! The bridal shower invites have been sent out (don't go running to ya'll's mailboxes you ain't invited). Family fight of the week, my Aunt Mary is gonna be two toes short of a full shoe when I get done with her (more on that later...goddamn old bar whore tries to act all class when really she's all ass). Trip to save a lot this afternoon (any taker's rabbit...I mean ima goin anyways?), to get fud. My glasses are in at Sam's so I should get those sometime. Demolition Derby on Saturdayday...cowboy up! And after work today I have some physical therapy on my hand.

http://www.uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Nun-Bunting

I like uncyclopedia, it is dumb.





Also:
http://www.uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Tentacle_porn

plus I wrote one for Pikas
http://www.uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Pika

Is rubbing off on her boss, who called her five minutes ago to laugh about some lady's outfit. And laugh we did! Oh, I am not a mean bad person am I? I feel panicky right now because I think that perhaps I am, ouch..my soul hurts, my most of me is achy, and I am cruel and wicked but don't even know it, maybe? Maybe that too, yes. maybe. And also am I so bad that I don't even know what I've said sometimes? Yes, probebly that too. Most likely that too. "Snarky?" Who said that first? I don't remember, but that also...snarky and sarcastic and unintentionally hurtful. I don't know, maybe I don't have emotions, maybe I'm not human ("you're not human it doesn't affect you.") but am just a jerk of a monkey.


Welcome, my friends, to the transition between manic and tragic, we like to call it self-pity and regret with a creamy center of total befuddletude. And no, you may need your whole seat, it could take a while for me to pick a direction. The 4th roast coffee is making my hands shake. I want to eat something other than slim fast. I don't wanna leave town this weekend. I am supposed to be sending out invitations for a bridal shower that has no date (to date). I feel lazy and neurotic at the same time. I don't feel very good, my stomach hurts, and I have a sinus headache. I probebly should have done something very different with my life. Why can't I be happy with a stupid day job? Why can't I be happy and dumb and leave everything at some 9-5 where there's no weight of judgement looming over me like a rabid student loan officer? Why don't I just drink myself silly at the bar? I see people who do this, they seem happy, they seem just fine in their lives. Why is it always little things that eat me alive? I want a big obvious problem with a big obvious solution, but none of my problems even exist, they just mass up, a bunch of smaller illusions and sit on my forehead (right where the crease forms "the curse" between my eyebrows like some sign of the beast) or on my chest and punch me in the neck periodically. Or maybe this is what it is, a small attack of randomly generated guilt/sadness that has no focus and no purpose other than to drive me slowly batshit.

What brought this on? I dunno. I never know. My mom sd I needed crazy pills, I sd no, I am okay with my crazy...and most of the time it's true. Right now I feel like I have too many things to do, but when I sit and think about them they aren't even there.

argh. I just wanna go to bed.

Look what I found on uncyclopedia:

"Often, quotes not actually written by Mark Twain are attributed to him, because it lends those quotes and undesserved respect. Not this one though. He must have said this one. I mean, look, it has his name after it and everything." ~Mark Twain



And my favorite two Mark Twain quotes:

"The inclusion of some hardcore porn would make a decent library out of any newstand in the metropolitan area." -Mark Twain

"Hey you kids, get offa my lawn." -Mark Twain (although once or twice I have attributed it Goethe...when appropriate)


Let's write more!!!

Eh, the true nature of a mandie is staisis...and longing. Staisis (which I am surely misspelling) and longing (which is surely misdirected most of the time towards a goal which borders on obsession). I am a sedentary (also "miss spelled") monkey who likes to look at shiny things. Alas, the world is full of shiny things, which are distracting to a small monkey/girl. Which is why I don't finish sentences when you talk to me. (Oh, you've noticed bitches...when I start a sentence and then I..........) I forgot what I was saying. What was I talking about? Oh, once I was convinced that those were just little seizures, but they ain't, my brain is easily distracted by things, and easily obsessed by things. I can look at a shiny thing for hours, lessin another shiny thing distracts me from the first one. So, you ask, "SO?" what's the point to this post Aman DUH? There ain't un. Neva is, neva neva. I am merely here to amuse myself, and take quizzes, which seldom surprise me, but sometimes seem wrong, or out and out stupid. C'est la vie. Quelle dommage...ou (rather) quelle fromage. What cheese my friends, what cheese! In the end isn't it best just to say: I stayed a while and sat, and there was cheese and conversation, which was interupted time to time by a passing shiny thing?

"Shiny Shiny! Shuichi!"

You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational. </td> Cultural Creative 94% Postmodernist 81% Materialist 69% Idealist 63% Existentialist 63% Modernist 38% Fundamentalist 31% Romanticist 25% What is Your World View? (updated) created with QuizFarm.com

from this here site:

http://www.sfwa.org/writing/glossary.html Ya'll Fictioners have funny werds for shit, and I learnt me some new stuff, I like to learn. Yes, I realize probebly everyone else in the world already knows these terms, no, I'm not proud, oh yea? Well then fiction people what's a rondell? Eh? See. How about sapphics? yeah...so stop funnin on me for not knowing what a McGuffin were. I knows now.


But I still think HP 6 has no plot. (Hurry and read bitches, hurry and read! There is much to discuss!)

http://www.werenotafraid.com

It's shark week BITCHES!!! SHARK WEEEK!!!!

Dear Discovery Channel,
I love you, will you have my babies? Then we can poke them with sticks and see how they react, and tape it for a documentary.

You are beautiful and you make me ache, inside, where the sharks live.

Love,
Mandie

1. It is built on part of the pioneer cemetery, the park is part of it too.
2. My landlady, crazy Jane, who lived in my apartment for like 8 years had it exorcised. (I shit you not, exorcised!!!)
3. The first night I moved in the downstairs neighbors (the world's grossest 20 year old boys) said that they would never take our apartment because it was haunted and people saw things there all the time. (They also thought that milk would be okay stored on a counter...so, I could take or leave their opinions.)
4. Ghost cat?!!
5. Jane sz the ghost, emma, opens the cupboards, and everytime she comes over Jane says "Hi Emma!"
6. Sometimes things fall for no reason.
7. Once somebody pulled the covers off of me.
8. Jane sd the ghost threw a spoon at her once.
9. Jane's cootch may be haunted as well, because it jumped out at Vic once...tell em vic!
10. I got nothing else, but I like round numbers.

Okay, Not skert anymores.

I totally saw something last night...i think. or I was tired, but when I was in the bathroom brushing my teefs someone totally walked through the kitchen, and I thought it was roy and I said "what are you doing up?", but roy was in bed. ARGH!!!! I got scared and ran into the bed and jumped on roy and he said "Ouch!" and I said..."Sorry, I got skert by something." And he said, "Awww." and then squoze me very tight and said "I ain't gonna let nothing get you." And I said "Yeah right, you would totally throw me to ghosts and stuff." Then he said "Stop wiggling so much. There's nothing scary, go to sleep." So, I bit him, because that was mean of him. But now, no roy, jus mandie and bruce, and bruce is less tough than me. So...I will probebly be scared tonight, because despite my macho demeanor, I am kind of a puss when I'm alone. Plus, I'm really bad at sleeping by myself...hillbillies tend to sleep in piles of people or dogs or both, it's what I'm used to. So, if you are awake later think some good thoughts my way, because despite my totally not believing in ghosts really, I gets skert anyways. But, I didn't get skert at ghost cat...hmm.

(Later tonight Mandie will be lying very still and not moving, so that ghosts cannot see her.)

I probebly should NOT watch the Fear Friday movies on AMC tonight...nope, probebly not. (All I OWN IS HORROR MOVIES...WHY???!!! dammit.) Maybe I'll just drink a lot until I fall asleep, ghosts can't get you if you're drunk can they?