6.2.2002
Just popping in for a quick update. Now that summer is official, I am proud to say I partook in some new experiences. I am looking forward to this coming year and expanding my horizons. Before contemplating the busiest school year of my life, I want to make summer as fun as possible. I have made a lot of new friends this year, and I plan on going out and seeing them as often as possible (whenever I'm not working). My poor family, they hardly ever get to see me. I'm sure they understand. I am a young person, often taken for someone much older, who is into exploring a plethora of new things.
Last night I fell asleep watching What Dreams May Come. It really is an awesome movie, and maybe I'll be able to catch the rest of it tonight. My favorite part is when he visits hell (I think...it's been a while since I've seen it). We also rented A.I.. What do you think of it? I'm not really looking forward to it. I wanted to get Don't Say A Word. Oh well, every movie has its perks.
I'm off to church to pray away my sins. I'm not much of a prayer, so it may take awhile.
9:28:35 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Boys suck.
Word of the day: Arcane.
7:22:59 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.3.2002
Life is so confusing. I like it.
12:30:58 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I was watching The Professional, and I thought it looked like a cool job. I thought I'd practice a little before setting up an interview. No worries. We're still very good friends. You'd be proud of me.
Actually I lied. I was really watching A.I. when Bryan called me up and practically begged me to come over. We had a nice time. I finally got to see what Kung Pow was. I added it to my "To Rent" list. Nonetheless, I did try to kill him. Maybe it's fate that I failed? Check ya later dude.
12:48:02 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
When I was a kid my dad taught me the word 'dingleberry'. I had no idea it was real; I thought he made it up. Since it's technically Monday...
Word of the Day: Dingleberry.
12:55:15 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Do you ever do something overly dramatic out of impulse, even though you really know you shouldn't? I tend to do that a lot, and it gets me in trouble sometimes. You say something you shouldn't or converse in the wrong attitude, and you ruin what could be a perfectly pleasant experience. Life sucks when that happens. But I've no one else to blame but myself.
I am a night person. I don't like to be cooped up in the house. I enjoy staying out until the wee hours of the morning and having an exciting tale to compliment the adventure. I DON'T want to be stuck at home all alone for the evening. Why can't people understand that? I try to go out and make my own fun, though it helps appease the parental unit if another has invited me along.
There is only one main theme to J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye: Epic lonliness. Read it, it's a great book.
There has been a change in the Word of the Day: Levity.
9:44:49 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
think my dad's a psychic. He always manages to lecture me just before or after I do something evil. There's a 24-hour buffer in either direction. Crazy.
Jones Cream Soda is my new favorite drink. I reccomend it to all. No other soda company incorporates advice, fortunes, photojournalism, and all around Sooper Dooper soda in one bottle. Kudos on a great product!
11:57:58 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.4.2002
There is a friend. A friend whom I have not spoken to for what seems like an eternity. We both miss each other dearly, however neither of us takes the initiative to communicate. There is a fear which prevents us both from doing so. I wish my friend would read this blog. They would then know what goes on in my life and in my head. I had a dream the other day that my friend contacted me through an instant message. It startled me as I have been trying to get over that feeling of "missing someone." The next day, to my surprise, there was an email in my inbox. My friend seemed lonely and was sad for us. I am not quite sure what to do. I fear there will never be a happy ending for us.
If you are reading this, know that you are the best companion one could have. You have changed me in ways you will never know. I pray for a happy ending for both of us, even if they must be seperate. Thank you for everything you've given me, and know that I love you dearly.
1:27:47 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I don't want to cry, though I feel the tears coming. I'm starving from lack of food; however, every thought makes me feel sick to my stomach. I've never been the jealous, suspicious type, yet I can't imagine he's "just being friends" with another girl at the lake.
It's not "cheating" on me. He broke up with me, remember? Then why does he still kiss me like that? Why does he still act the same way and do the same things he always did? Maybe I'm being used.
I'm still infatuated with him. He says he loves me. Is it a lie?
I reiterate in saying life is confusing. I change my second argument: I don't like it.
11:15:29 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.5.2002
The Darth Vader theme song (or would you prefer the Grim Reaper?) plays as my father walks towards me with a letter. It is my report card which has been sent home via snail mail. Despite all my absences and poor study skills, I manage to pull off a 3.85 GPA for the semester. Does this deserve a congratulatory slap on the back, or a stern "you'll do better next year" look from the parental unit? I think it is the latter, though I know he's proud of me.
Now if you didn't think me a nerd already, I must be off to call my school's administration as they have yet to contact me about my online summer course. I would also like to reccomend Jamaican Coconut to any incense lover.
Word of the Day: Expedient.
12:41:22 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.6.2002
I am so evil. *grin*
8:43:23 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
If I didn't say it already, meeting new people is my favorite hobby. I met many new people last night, and hopefully they'll become friends with time. I met this girl, Kara...the one Bryan was kissing at the lake. I was wrong about her; she's awesome. I never realized how many girls were after Bryan. It's silly how the one girl he thinks he wants more than the rest of us doesn't want him in return. As he says, he's at a fork in the road with many a path. He's not quite sure which road to choose. I'm sure I'm not helping any, constantly trying to seduce him. I'd like to think he can't resist my charm. I'm almost happy with the way things are, so I think I'll give him time to work things out in his mind. I can have patience when I really want to. But you know what? Bryan is not the whole of my being. There's much more to my life. For instance, Candi brought me some cookies today. I have no idea what she put in them (she probably just dumped in whatever was in the cupboard), but they taste great. I think I need to take a class in window shopping. Everytime I go, I end up getting the whole goddamn window. No wonder I never have money. I'd better get my act together as the coming year brings many expenses more important than makeup and incense and cds and Jones Soda. I am forever cleaning up my room, my "sty." Wish me luck on this neverending journey. Oh oh, and I got pictures back of Vince's concert on Friday night. Maybe I'll get 'em scanned before the next millenium. Check ya later dudes!
8:02:27 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
You know what sucks? Realizing you are out of hotdog buns and substituting a piece of cottage white bread for one. I always end up going overboard with the condiments, so I usually put those on the bun before the hotdog. Less mess. Comments?
8:31:27 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.7.2002
Ack! I think I have growing pains in my quads. My job makes me so strong. I can carry four 12-packs of pop at a time with ease. I trained a new girl who I get along with amazingly well. Even cooler, she's related to Anchando (local band). I love working the late shift. The night crew guys are pretty cute. The only nasty part about my day was being hit on by strangers. It sounds conceited, but if you know me at all, you would know that I am the most immodest person in the world, especially concerning physical appearance. I think this entry turned out stupid as I am tired and was not able to find the links I wanted. Sweet dreams to y'all.
5:52:10 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I'm not usually the one that cries during movies. I remember the first time I ever saw Terms of Endearment was with my mom when I was a little girl. I was able to catch the last half of it today, and I cried the whole way through. That movie hardly portrays the angst my family went through, but it was still very sad. At least I was home alone. I always feel kind of burdenesque when crying in front of others.
9:49:51 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.8.2002
What the hell am I doing?
6:18:34 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Today I asked, "How many people do you think would show up to my funeral?"
7:06:33 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.10.2002
I have FINALLY cleaned up my room. I can see the floor! Room cleaning is a neverending process for me. I always manage to find something else to do in the middle of it. Today, in fact, I stopped to make a makeshift portfolio of my doodles from my old school notebooks. I also went out with a guy I work with tonight. Not a date, mind you. It was a simple challenge to a game or two of air hockey...I won both games, of course. I introduced him to frozen coffee, and that was the gist of the evening. I feel it was a productive day, though I'm hoping to get more done tomorrow. Once I become satisfied with the cleanliness of my room, I'll get a head start on looking at all those crummy college brochures they sent to me in the mail. Remind me to never again mark the "yes, please send me an assload of useless junk mail" box on the PSAT. Until tomorrow...
3:34:52 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.12.2002
We just got an X-Box. I don't know how or why, but it was there when I woke up this morning. It's awesome because you don't feel the pain when you fall off your skateboard. My brother has company over. As soon as the doorbell rang, I darted off to my room. I've always been like that with strangers in the house. Plus, I just woke up and I'd rather wait until I look more human-like before anyone unrelated sees me. I'm vain like that. I got yelled at by my bosses numerous times yesterday. I made stupid mistakes, all relating to "not showing good customer service." But that was just an off day. I'm practically the best worker they have, and they know it. Haha, and I purport to be modest? *grin* Don't you just hate it when you sleep funny and you wake up with that feeling of a 'growing pain' in one of your limbs? I do, with a passion. I downloaded a trial version of Adobe Illustrator. My practice drawings aren't that great, but I'll learn to do it right some day. More updates later...
4:38:33 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I've noticed a lot of sadness in some of my friends lately. I think it would definitely make me feel good to cheer some of them up. Sounds like a good idea, you think?
8:52:12 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.13.2002
Well I've counted them up and I have 829 mp3's so far. My arm has been hurting like a mofo all day long, and I am going to be my cousin's godmother. Diversity is key.
12:38:04 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.15.2002
It's officially been a month since my mother's death, and we seem to be doing quite well. Things that have happened recently:
1) I bought myself some badly needed jeans. You can always count on Kohl's. Coincidentally, on my plane trip to New York, I sat next to a man who works for the company that owns Kohl's. Talk about fate.
2) Nebraska made it into the College World Series. It's rather fitting seeing as how the CWS is held in Omaha every year. Unfortunately, we lost the first game to Clemson, 11-10. It was a good show. Khalil Greene definitely deserves his status as college player of the year.
3) I finally had a dream that wasn't a nightmare. My nightmares have been going on for days, and I hate waking up in such a flustered state. Thank goodness that's over.
4) I ate way too many Oreos. I don't even like Oreos. They make your teeth all black if you chew them the wrong way. I'm a master at keeping my teeth clean when eating them; still, they are not my favorite cookie. I think I only ate them because they compliment milk so well, and I love milk.
5) I saw the scariest, freakiest video game ever. I MUST play it. Most appropriately, I have forgotten the name. Let me get back to you on that.
6) I revisted my love for "The Lost Boys" when downloading a couple of the songs from the soundtrack. It's an old favorite, and I reccomend it to all.
7) I ate more Oreos. Damn it!
4:40:19 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Have you ever really tried to decipher a Cake song? It's rather difficult. Semisonic's lyrics are slightly easier to understand, but both are tricky. "Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell." "Black, white, lemon, or lime, I hope you last a long, long time." What do these mean? One may never know.
4:48:41 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Mr. L. Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based bipedal life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council. Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male-line descendant of Ghenghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernable Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr. L. Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats. The preceding passage extracted from Adams' "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" is one that I find particularly humorous. Unfortunately, being the quasi-perfectionist that I am, I must attack his argument that humans are descended from apes. I contend that apes and humans are descended from the well-known "common ancestor." Think of it in terms of a factor tree. If the number 8 was the common ancestor, humans would be equivalent to the number 4, and apes would be represented by the number 2. It would not, however, be similar to the factoring of the number 9, because that would make us 3 and 3. It is quite evident that apes and humans are not identical, just similar. So one would rather compare them to differing multiples of 2, rather than two identical numbers such as 3. I have also noted that Mr. Adams leans towards the misuse of commas, and his use of run-on sentences is prominent. His prevalent use of what one may call "big" words is intriguing and adds to the excitement of the passage. It seems like a pretty good book so far. I was even surprised at the mention of Jesus' crucifixion. Do you think non-Christians jumped at the chance to give him shit for it? Seeing as how the book was copyrighted in 1980, I am too young to remember any type of conflict in the literary world during that time. It seems to have a been a big success nonetheless, and I look foward to reading more.
6:22:49 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
As the Rainman would say, I definitely, definitely reccomend this book to everyone...definitely. I have yet another amusing passage from "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Preparation: Mr. Arthur Dent is currently lying in the mud in front of a bulldozer to prevent his house from being demolished. Mr. L. Prosser is the man in charge of the demolition, and he is trying to get Arthur to move so that the bulldozing of Dent's precious home may continue. Mr. Dent is rather perturbed because he claims that he did not know of said demolition until just recently, therefore not giving him enough time to take action in opposition. Extraction: Mr. Prosser said, "You were quite entitled to make any suggestions or protests at the appropriate time, you know." "Appropriate time?" hooted Arthur. "Appropriate time? The first I knew about it was when a a workman arrived at my home yesterday. I asked him if he'd come to clean the windows and he said no, he'd come to demolish the house. He didn't tell me straight away of course. Oh no. First he wiped a couple of windows and charged me a fiver. Then he told me." "But Mr. Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months." "Oh yes, well, as soon as I heard I went straight round to see them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them, had you? I mean, like actually telling anybody or anything." "But the plans were on display..." "On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them." "That's the display department." "With a flashlight." "Ah, well, the lights had probably gone." "So had the stairs." "But look, you found the notice, didn't you?" "Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of the Leopard." Ha!
7:31:52 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
That book is one of Jackie and Nicki Lee's favorites too. I'm definitely, definitely gonna have to read it this summer.
Posted By: katie j 6/17/2002 3:53:31 PM
I had coffee for the first time in weeks today. Real coffee, not that overly milked and sugared frozen shit that you can buy at the mall. I'm all jittery. I do hope it wears off before work. I'm in the mood to think, type, and talk rather quickly. If I act in such a manner at the workplace, one just teeming of judgmental teenagers, I may come off as annoying. It's not that I care what others think about me, but it is nice to have someone to converse with on break rather than scaring them off. In grade school, having a lot to say was labeled as "annoying." I'd prefer to not revisit those days. I'm still the same old chatterbox I always was, though I do try to hold back on the overly annoying comments. Plus, now that we've gotten older, my peers are more accepting of my "intellect." Gah! My legs are still shaky. This is not a good sign.
7:49:25 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.16.2002
Today's beverage reccomendation: Panera's I.C. Spice.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!
I am starting to think that no one reads my blog. True, I find it very theraputic to write out what I'm feeling, but I usually try to write it as if I'm aiming towards an audience. Do I even have an audience? One ponders this time and time again. Perhaps they will like me better after I take my journalism and creative writing classes. One might consider my entries to be more enjoyable to read by that time. I'd love comments, but I don't think that is an option with such a basic template. labmhs@yahoo.com will have to do for now.
Word of the Day: Abase.
1:46:38 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
I'm posting this just to contradict your former comment about no one reading this.
So there.
ds
Posted By: ds 6/17/2002 12:05:03 PM
NEW FEATURE:
Hey look! I think I figured out how to add comments. Whoo! Look see? It's down there. Right there, at the bottom of the entry. Don't be afraid to click it. Come on, you know you want to. Aww, come on! I could use some outside opinions. Feel free to debase (not to be confused with abase) or commend any previous entry as well as any you see from now on. As I learned from Miss Bauman and Miss Vavrina, I can't do better unless I get some input (or just some really silly comments.) Check you later!
1:54:18 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
I'm so awesome.
Posted By: Lisa 6/16/2002 1:59:43 PM
I love you girly!!! your my hero and though your blog was way to comples for me to understand at 11 o'clock at night it was excellent! i hope you have a fantastic day. Later ~kk~
Posted By: Kara Brockett 6/16/2002 11:08:42 PM
I'm um...really tired. It's nice to see someone took notice to my new feature. (Actually, I had to force her to open up her web browser and sneak a peek at it.) Ain't life grand? Nighty.
Posted By: Lisa 6/17/2002 2:44:00 AM
yay! i've been waiting for this day! now post something really stupid so i can yell at you for putting it up. jk jk
Posted By: katie j 6/17/2002 3:44:45 PM
6.17.2002
My entire 16th year has just been one big hell-hole. Will my life ever go back to normal???
I've never felt so worthless as I do now. You know that feeling you get in your legs when you get bad news that just breaks your heart? It feels like you can't even walk. And your stomach is all churny and tight and you just want to crawl up in a ball in the corner and sleep it all away? I know that feeling too well. I don't know whether to feel sad or angry or relieved. I reitereate: I've never felt so worthless as I do now.
12:52:58 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Alright, this is it. Tomorrow is my day off, and it's going to be spent looking for a new job. I am so sick of Baker's. I almost yelled at my boss today, more than once. The job is not worth the money I'm getting. Sure, I'd like a new job with better pay, but I really just need a new environment. I think a bookstore would be awesome. Wish me luck!
As for boys, I'm having a little bitterness towards one. I need to have a talk with him, but I don't feel like it. Maybe if I avoid him enough, he'll poof into thin air.
Also on tomorrow's agenda: Dying my hair a sassy "Navajo Bronze" and finishing my list of colleges I am seriously considering. Oh oh, and the neverending task of cleaning my room. Perhaps a little practice on the XBOX? Until then...
10:32:27 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
katie johnson dyed her hair navajo bronze last year i think. its a cool color
Posted By: katie j 6/28/2002 6:17:05 PM
6.19.2002
10 Things I Hate About All Of You
Whether you like it or not, my entries will now have titles (well, those worthy of having one).
Have you ever been in a mood so that everything you think about makes you angry? Or so you think you actually need to get drunk? Like it's crucial to maintain your physical and mental healths? Argh!
Things I Hate:
The one night you are free to do something, you look totally cute, your gas tank is not empty, and neither are your pockets, and not one of your friends can be reached. Or they don't call you back. Or they're busy with their ultimate crush watching some lame-ass movie. Or they're at work; like paying bills is actually more important than spending time with you. You could die tomorrow, and they would be so sad because they chose everything else in the world over you. They'd be filled with regret and remorse (redundant, I know), and you'd say, "Ha! Serves you right. Everyone gets their turn to feel like shit."
When someone tells you that there is free tanning (a good thing) for the next three days and you invite your friend to go with you, but they decide not to call you back. So instead of going at 6pm when you knew the place would be open, you wait until 9pm hoping that your friend was just running a little late. When you finally decide to go without them, you think to yourself, "I have plenty of time to go. Someone told me the place was open until 11pm. It's only 9:30." So you drive halfway downtown, practically getting lost of course because everyone knows that downtown is a maze of one-way streets and wreckless dirvers, and you somehow end up at the college medical center (the one-way streets' faults). By the time you actually reach the tanning salon, it's closed! But wait, it's not even 10 o'clock yet! Who the hell lied and said it was open until 11? (I wish I could remember.)
Gina. (My parakeet's name is Gina.) I am starting to hate her so much. What's so great about Gina anyway? She yaps her head off all day long about nothing in particular, and she's obviously just an unintelligent birdbrain. She's loud and stupid and annoying. She's not even pretty...baby blue is an ugly color. But for some reason, everybody else is just in LOVE with Gina. Like she's a goddamn princess or something. Who the hell cares about Gina? You know, it's been pretty hot out lately. I hope it gets so hot that she explodes in mid air. Who'll love her now, huh? Nobody, because she'll be nothing but a slimy pile of guts on the sidewalk. Gina sucks.
Boys. Boys suck, too. They play you for a fool, they break your heart, they lie to you. Why do I get stuck knowing all the loser-boys? I know there's some nice ones out there...I caught a glance once or twice as I was driving past them on my way to some loser-boy's house. I couldn't get a very good look anyway...there was a pile of slimy bird guts blocking my view.
People. I hate people in general. I hate my customers for being such fucking idiots and blaming all their mistakes on me. I hate my bosses for not paying me enough and treating me like shit even they they obviously know, and have even voiced the fact that I am their most competent worker. I probably deserve to get paid more than my idiot managers, or any of my coworkers. Some of them are so STUPID! I swear to God I can feel my IQ dropping as I converse with them. I have to go read a book with at least 25 big words in it when I get home just to raise it back to normal. I hate my teachers for stressing me out during the school year and making me end up in tears in the principal's office and giving me demerits resulting in detention on the last day of school because of one stupid hole in the bullshit skirts they force us to wear. I hate my relatives because they are pushy, especially on the phone. I think they forgot the meaning of "personal bubble" when they discovered the meaning of "relative." And you always have some hick relative living out on a farm. Whenever you visit them they try to force you to eat some nasty pink or green "salad" made of mayonnaise and Cool Whip. I hate people who live far away. It really sucks because everyone who lives near you is a shithead always begging for a ride. Everyone who lives far away takes up gas just to go see their filthy asses. All people in the world suck at one time or another, and I'm sure they've all offended me personally in some way or another. It's fucked up because the two people you dont hate, the two people whose company you would actually enjoy, whose company you crave...who you just want to spend one goddamn minute with are either 1,318 miles away or DEAD.
10:32:01 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
Don't tell me this entry is too long for you to read, because I know you have nothing better to do than read my rants. So read, then buzz off...loser.
Posted By: Lisa 6/19/2002 10:53:48 PM
Shouting Out
I refuse to do shoutouts in my Instant Messager profile. "Why?" you ask. Because they're fucking stupid! If you want to say 'hi' to somebody, call them up on the goddamn telephone. And everybody thinks that the order you put people's names in actually means something. Like if you post your parakeet's name before your lover's name, for example. People get all upset and threaten to kill themselves over it. Totally lame. And they're not really 'shouting out' anyway. It's just text for Christ's sake. Why do you have to get your undies in a bunch over a couple of names? Those people are probably losers anyway. Forget 'em.
11:00:38 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Retraction
So I just got yelled at for having a link to Bryan's new cartoon in one of my previous entries. To please him, I deleted it. In case any of you actually watched the cartoon, just pretend like you didn't when you see him coming. Mention some new video game that just got released, and he'll forget all about it. In conclusion, my apologies are sent out to Bryan for illegal linking. I'll be sure to get 34.7 copies of the proper permissive documents, signed and initialed for legality's sake.
11:22:54 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
its 34.8 copies, get it straight. And lay off the harsh comments towards people, you dont want them coming back at you. Gina has done nothing towards you, and I have done nothing the constitutes "loser-boy"(except maybe losing at NBA INSIDE DRIVE 2002 against kyle). so ya, 34.8, dont forget it.
Posted By: Bryan Brinkman 6/19/2002 11:40:40 PM
I thought I told you to stop taking things so personally. I simply mentioned that I know a bunch of loser-boys. I never said YOU were included in that group, now did I? And why are you defending my pet bird? You've seen her maybe once. I know you think I'm referring to your precious crush, but simply know that I am not. Until you have a parakeet of your own, you will never know the hell she puts me through.
Posted By: Lisa 6/19/2002 11:43:19 PM
Eek
Sadly, I am 60% addicted to instant messager. How about you?
I'm going to be prosperous because the sign next to my 99-cent gold beaded bracelet said so. Trust everything you read and nothing you hear. Text represents fact and everyone dogs on hearsay. As long as I am wearing me decorative piece of string, prosperity is mine. Don't try to test me. The thingy said so.
11:40:02 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
im 63% addicted but ive been getting better recently so i could probably be down around 60%. great.
Posted By: katie j 7/5/2002 12:13:52 PM
6.20.2002
Home Sweet Home (Not Anymore!)
I'm excited. Kara helped me find a house for sale in her neighborhood, and it looks like a pretty good find. I stole one of the flyers for el padre, and he seems to be taking an interest. We've needed a new house for years, and now we're finally taking some initiative. I can't wait.
Yesterday I went to Platte River State Park for the annual Science Club picnic. After three years of hiking, paddleboating and horseback riding, I decided to venture off to the arts and crafts cabin. I painted an awesome statue of Lisa Simpson, but when I came home, I mutilated her to look like friggin SpongeBob Squarepants. Poor girl. It's bad enough that her teeth are big and green and she smells like gasoline. I'll fix her up, no worries. And Science Club is NOT nerdy!
1:06:16 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
im out of the science club for a frekkin month and im already getting dissed by mr d!?!? WHAT THE!? (ie- i wasnt invited to the picnic .. muther effers )
Posted By: katie j 6/28/2002 6:05:32 PM
Rage Against the Machine
My brother finally taught me how to use our cd burner. Unfortunately, it is not currently working, and all my hopes of expanding my musical library have been shattered. I want to send in a cd to the CD Mix of the Month Club, but it looks like I will have to put that on hold until I can get it working again. Damnation.
10:58:25 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.24.2002
Chapter One
I went ahead and bought the sequel to the famed "Hitchhiker's Guide." I promised Josh that I wouldn't start it until I finished the other book he compelled me to buy, but it was late at night, and he wasn't there to stop me. And thus I started to read "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe"... In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. Many races believe that it was created by some sort of god, though the Jatravartid people of Viltvodle VI believe that the entire Universe was in fact sneezed out of the nose of a being called the Great Green Arkleseizure. The Jatravartids, who live in perpetual fear of the time they call the Coming of the Great White Handkerchief, are small blue creatures with more than fifty arms each, who are therefore unique in being the only race in history to have invented the aerosol deodorant before the wheel. However, the Great Green Arkleseizure Theory is not widely accepted outside Viltvodle VI and so, the Universe being the puzzling place that it is, other explanations are constantly being sought. For instance, a race of hyperintelligent pandimensional beings once built themselves a gigantic supercomputer called Deep Thought to calculate once and for all the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything. For seven and a half million years, Deep Thought computed and calculated, and in the end announced that the answer was in fact Forty-Two --- and so another, even bigger, computer had to be built to find out what the actual question was. And this computer, which was called the Earth, was so large that it was frequently mistaken for a planet --- especially by the strange apelike beings who roamed its surface, totally unaware that they were simply part of a gigantic computer program. And this is very odd, because without that fairly simple and obvious piece of knowledge, nothing that ever happened on the Earth could possibly make the slightest bit of sense. Sadly, however, just before the critical moment of read-out, the Earth was unexpectedly demolished by the Vogons to make way --- so they claimed --- for a new hyperspace bypass, and so all hope of ever discovering a meaning for life was lost forever. What a shitty and surprising way to end the Earth. *Boom!* Just like that. I wonder how much of Adams' material he pulled directly from his ass. Though I must admit he as a humorously creative ass. I still don't like the fact that he refers to humans as "apelike." (Note: see 12:22pm entry on June 15, 2002.) I'll get over it for the sake of getting on with the book. The rest of the novel seems to be moving rather quickly, but in a very slow mannner. I'm sure it'll get better once I get past Chapter Three. Until then...
6:07:52 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Transitions Call me stupid. I answered the phone, and it was some telemarketer trying to give me free stuff for being so damn cool. She sounded like a pretty cool lady, so I thought I'd humor her. She already had my address and shit, so I thought okay, so long as I don't tell her my credit card number or anything like that, I'm cool. All she had was my name and address, which you could pick out of any phone book, so what's the problem, right? Yeah so I think I'll be getting a free phone card in the mail for 5,000 long distance minutes, which would be cool since I have a lot of out-of-state friends. Most of them are the only ones who read this blog. But I still have a gut feeling that I'll get stuck having to pay a $200 dollar bill for something or other. Nothing ever turns out perfect. Speaking of phone calls, how messed up is this? My brother (who is two years younger) gets more phone traffic than me. Even when he's out of town people call him up wanting to go out. Me, all I get is a phone call from some raspy-voiced lady named Rose trying to mail me free stuff. She was cool, but do you think she wants to take me out to dinner? I don't think so. I suppose that's the joy of being a teenager. Everyone you know has a job (aka not a lot of free time to go out to dinner). Speaking of jobs (Nice variety of transitions...not), I just turned in some applications at the mall. I hope someone calls me back soon. I'm aching to get out of the job I have. It's not a BAD job, but it's so damn tedious. Everyone likes a little variety, and I could definitely use a change in environment. Wish me luck as I am off to work...
9:18:04 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Whoa
So it turns out they buried my mom in the wrong spot, my dad's plot. Instead of switching the names on the tombstone, he's considering having her ashes dug up and moved. What the hell is wrong with this cemetery? They've been messing up everything. Even the memorial tree we got for her. And I'm getting pretty tired of taking down phone messages from morticians. Stop calling me!
Tomorrow is the Vans Warped Tour. I'm kind of excited to go. I'm supposed to go to Malinda's house at 11:30am and take off from there. I'm afraid it's going to be a late start, and that I'll miss some good shows seeing as how the gates open at 10, but the shows don't start till 12, and it's quite a drive just to get there. Lord knows it's going to take forever to get in....forever and a half to get out. Bryan sorta kicked me out of his carpool. He basically told me I had to drive myself since he didn't want me riding with him. He didn't want to have to keep track of too many people while we were there. Fuck that! There's no way I'm gonna show up at a concert of more than 10,000 people by my damned self. So I mooched a ride from Malinda. But she's riding with her friend Mary. I hope we don't get stuck chasing after some boys they think are attractive instead of watching the shows. And pray to God I don't melt. The weather's been so bad here lately. It'll be more than 100 degrees, I can guarantee it. My dad's even trying to force me to wear a tshirt instead of a tank top so I don't get burned. I don't care if I get a little red...I just don't want to be sweating anymore than I have to. I know I'll have a good time no matter what. I've just always worried about going to places or events I've never been to before. I always bring too much. Or forget something. Or am not dressed appropriately. There are going to be a bunch of attractions there. I just don't want to miss out, ya know?
11:08:26 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.26.2002
n2m
The Vans Warped Tour can only be described as Fucking Awesome. Apart from a slight sunburn and a headache, I came home a very happy person. I saw a plethora of great bands, met a bunch of them personally, and got autographs of course. They gave out so much free stuff...except water (it figures). I was disappointed that I didn't get to meet New Found Glory because they were one of the main reasons I wanted to go to the concert in the first place. I bought a t-shirt though. It's awesome. Vince was right when he said I didn't seem like the ska/punk music type. I was one of four people there that didn't have some funky hair color, tattoo or piercing. Not yet anyway. *wink* I can't wait until the next one.
I discovered a new interest in plums. I ate one; it was good. So I ate another. The second was just as good as the first. They're tasty, good for you and on sale...what more could one ask for?
As for the rest of my week, not a lot has been going on for me. I spent at least four hours in the car driving my brother to and from Boy Scout camp and his swim meet. I got sick from Valentino's (when will I learn?). I have to work almost every day this week. Except for the concert, I haven't been out socially. The heat makes me really tired. Speaking of which, I think I may hit the hay a little early. Sweetest dreams...
11:14:30 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
This Blows
The Internet can really fuck with your mind. Be careful, and choose your friends wisely. They may not turn out to be what you expected. That's usually what happens to me, real life or not. Damn it all.
11:50:28 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
i had that coming.
Posted By: ds 6/26/2002 11:52:21 PM
6.27.2002
This Blows (Part 2)
My dad came into my work today and yelled at me in front of my customers. Most embarassing. I think I spent more money than I had in my account. I could have sworn I saved up enough for the concert. It must've been the water. God forbid they should give it out for free on a hot day like that. I'm sitting at home right now waiting for my dad to come home and yell at me some more. I cleaned up my room in hopes of sucking up. I deserve any punishment he gives me though. I spend too much money far too often. Just because I earned it all myself doesn't mean I can run rampant with my debit card. *sigh* I hope it's not too harsh as I would prefer to live to see tomorrow. Ahh, here I am giving advice on balancing a checkbook to a friend of mine, and at the same time, I am in debt to my dad for covering my overdraft fees....AGAIN. See? I'm not as smart as they think I am. I do stupid things and ignore the consequences. When will I grow up?
11:24:13 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.28.2002
Nasty!
If there's one thing everyone hates in the world, it's bird poop. Some bird had a field day on my car. There's so much shit on it, it must've been a damn eagle or something. It's even on the door! There's no way any ordinary bird could have done that to my car. What the hell did it have to eat?! I've never been so disgusted. Of course I don't have the time to wash my car until tomorrow. Eww, I have to drive around with it. Nasty stuff.
1:35:30 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
i like to sleep
Posted By: Ricky 6/29/2002 10:05:19 PM
That was very...profound. Thanks, bud.
Posted By: Lisa 7/3/2002 11:37:15 AM
6.29.2002
As much as I call Bryan an idiot when he's not looking, I still have mucho feelings for him. He acknowledges them, and kind of leaves it at that. I'd just like to state that I'm glad we're still very good friends.
Today was my cousins' baptism. I was asked to be one of their godmothers, and of course I said yes. I actually wore a skirt, and I ate more food than needed at Grandma's. By the way, did anyone else notice that my co-godparent is megacute?
Saturday is supposed to be our annual Gook Night. (I don't have a link for Gook because the only other people who have ever heard of it reside in a mental hospital somewhere in Colorado.) Ladies and gentlemen, Gook Night is one of the best nights of the year. First let me explain what "Gook" is. No, we do not use it as a derogatory term for Asians. If it helps you can call it by it's alternate name, "Nerts." So anyway, Gook is a game of competitive solitaire played by four people. Every year we have friends of the family fly in from Michigan and everyone gathers at Grandma's for the Gook Tournament. It usually starts around 9 pm and goes on till the wee hours of the morning. This night is one of few that Grandma lets you swear until your lips fall off, and she doesn't give you shit for smoking or getting drunk. You also go home with a better appreciation for the Credence Clearwater Revival. This will be the first year playing without mom (she used to be quite good at it), but I'm sure it will still be a lot of fun. I was thinking I'd bring along my own partner. Hopefully they say yes.
9:23:54 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
I asked Bryan to go with me. He turned me down to go to a movie with Gina, of course. Pbbbh. He's missing out. If anyone else would like to go out for a guaranteed good time, email me. I'd love new company.
Posted By: Lisa 6/30/2002 12:20:58 AM
6.30.2002
I was having a most interesting conversation with Dave as he explained to me his past of many psychotic ex-girlfriends. It was most tedious. Plus his phone sucks so I was saying "what?" every 15 seconds. As he droned on and on, I began to ponder the subject of peanut butter. What is the color of peanut butter? Is it brown? Is it orange? Most bewildering. Befuddling even.
12:30:59 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
You know, you could've said something.
Posted By: ds 6/30/2002 4:11:37 PM
Contradiction
In my last entry, I used two words to describe a telephone conversation. Unfortuantely, they are somewhat opposite of each other. I'm not too upset by the fact that I misused proper grammar, but I thought I'd change it because I now realize that I made my very wonderful friend sound like a boring lunatic. I'd like to officially state that he is certainly NOT boring or loony. He is, in fact, one of the most intriguing people I have ever met, and I marvel at his intelligence and personality. I give my sincerest apologies for upsetting him. I hope this has appeased his unsettled mind, as I did not mean to hurt his feelings in any way.
7:39:44 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Just popping in for a quick update. Now that summer is official, I am proud to say I partook in some new experiences. I am looking forward to this coming year and expanding my horizons. Before contemplating the busiest school year of my life, I want to make summer as fun as possible. I have made a lot of new friends this year, and I plan on going out and seeing them as often as possible (whenever I'm not working). My poor family, they hardly ever get to see me. I'm sure they understand. I am a young person, often taken for someone much older, who is into exploring a plethora of new things.
Last night I fell asleep watching What Dreams May Come. It really is an awesome movie, and maybe I'll be able to catch the rest of it tonight. My favorite part is when he visits hell (I think...it's been a while since I've seen it). We also rented A.I.. What do you think of it? I'm not really looking forward to it. I wanted to get Don't Say A Word. Oh well, every movie has its perks.
I'm off to church to pray away my sins. I'm not much of a prayer, so it may take awhile.
9:28:35 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Boys suck.
Word of the day: Arcane.
7:22:59 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.3.2002
Life is so confusing. I like it.
12:30:58 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I was watching The Professional, and I thought it looked like a cool job. I thought I'd practice a little before setting up an interview. No worries. We're still very good friends. You'd be proud of me.
Actually I lied. I was really watching A.I. when Bryan called me up and practically begged me to come over. We had a nice time. I finally got to see what Kung Pow was. I added it to my "To Rent" list. Nonetheless, I did try to kill him. Maybe it's fate that I failed? Check ya later dude.
12:48:02 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
When I was a kid my dad taught me the word 'dingleberry'. I had no idea it was real; I thought he made it up. Since it's technically Monday...
Word of the Day: Dingleberry.
12:55:15 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Do you ever do something overly dramatic out of impulse, even though you really know you shouldn't? I tend to do that a lot, and it gets me in trouble sometimes. You say something you shouldn't or converse in the wrong attitude, and you ruin what could be a perfectly pleasant experience. Life sucks when that happens. But I've no one else to blame but myself.
I am a night person. I don't like to be cooped up in the house. I enjoy staying out until the wee hours of the morning and having an exciting tale to compliment the adventure. I DON'T want to be stuck at home all alone for the evening. Why can't people understand that? I try to go out and make my own fun, though it helps appease the parental unit if another has invited me along.
There is only one main theme to J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye: Epic lonliness. Read it, it's a great book.
There has been a change in the Word of the Day: Levity.
9:44:49 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
think my dad's a psychic. He always manages to lecture me just before or after I do something evil. There's a 24-hour buffer in either direction. Crazy.
Jones Cream Soda is my new favorite drink. I reccomend it to all. No other soda company incorporates advice, fortunes, photojournalism, and all around Sooper Dooper soda in one bottle. Kudos on a great product!
11:57:58 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.4.2002
There is a friend. A friend whom I have not spoken to for what seems like an eternity. We both miss each other dearly, however neither of us takes the initiative to communicate. There is a fear which prevents us both from doing so. I wish my friend would read this blog. They would then know what goes on in my life and in my head. I had a dream the other day that my friend contacted me through an instant message. It startled me as I have been trying to get over that feeling of "missing someone." The next day, to my surprise, there was an email in my inbox. My friend seemed lonely and was sad for us. I am not quite sure what to do. I fear there will never be a happy ending for us.
If you are reading this, know that you are the best companion one could have. You have changed me in ways you will never know. I pray for a happy ending for both of us, even if they must be seperate. Thank you for everything you've given me, and know that I love you dearly.
1:27:47 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I don't want to cry, though I feel the tears coming. I'm starving from lack of food; however, every thought makes me feel sick to my stomach. I've never been the jealous, suspicious type, yet I can't imagine he's "just being friends" with another girl at the lake.
It's not "cheating" on me. He broke up with me, remember? Then why does he still kiss me like that? Why does he still act the same way and do the same things he always did? Maybe I'm being used.
I'm still infatuated with him. He says he loves me. Is it a lie?
I reiterate in saying life is confusing. I change my second argument: I don't like it.
11:15:29 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.5.2002
The Darth Vader theme song (or would you prefer the Grim Reaper?) plays as my father walks towards me with a letter. It is my report card which has been sent home via snail mail. Despite all my absences and poor study skills, I manage to pull off a 3.85 GPA for the semester. Does this deserve a congratulatory slap on the back, or a stern "you'll do better next year" look from the parental unit? I think it is the latter, though I know he's proud of me.
Now if you didn't think me a nerd already, I must be off to call my school's administration as they have yet to contact me about my online summer course. I would also like to reccomend Jamaican Coconut to any incense lover.
Word of the Day: Expedient.
12:41:22 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.6.2002
I am so evil. *grin*
8:43:23 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
If I didn't say it already, meeting new people is my favorite hobby. I met many new people last night, and hopefully they'll become friends with time. I met this girl, Kara...the one Bryan was kissing at the lake. I was wrong about her; she's awesome. I never realized how many girls were after Bryan. It's silly how the one girl he thinks he wants more than the rest of us doesn't want him in return. As he says, he's at a fork in the road with many a path. He's not quite sure which road to choose. I'm sure I'm not helping any, constantly trying to seduce him. I'd like to think he can't resist my charm. I'm almost happy with the way things are, so I think I'll give him time to work things out in his mind. I can have patience when I really want to. But you know what? Bryan is not the whole of my being. There's much more to my life. For instance, Candi brought me some cookies today. I have no idea what she put in them (she probably just dumped in whatever was in the cupboard), but they taste great. I think I need to take a class in window shopping. Everytime I go, I end up getting the whole goddamn window. No wonder I never have money. I'd better get my act together as the coming year brings many expenses more important than makeup and incense and cds and Jones Soda. I am forever cleaning up my room, my "sty." Wish me luck on this neverending journey. Oh oh, and I got pictures back of Vince's concert on Friday night. Maybe I'll get 'em scanned before the next millenium. Check ya later dudes!
8:02:27 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
You know what sucks? Realizing you are out of hotdog buns and substituting a piece of cottage white bread for one. I always end up going overboard with the condiments, so I usually put those on the bun before the hotdog. Less mess. Comments?
8:31:27 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.7.2002
Ack! I think I have growing pains in my quads. My job makes me so strong. I can carry four 12-packs of pop at a time with ease. I trained a new girl who I get along with amazingly well. Even cooler, she's related to Anchando (local band). I love working the late shift. The night crew guys are pretty cute. The only nasty part about my day was being hit on by strangers. It sounds conceited, but if you know me at all, you would know that I am the most immodest person in the world, especially concerning physical appearance. I think this entry turned out stupid as I am tired and was not able to find the links I wanted. Sweet dreams to y'all.
5:52:10 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I'm not usually the one that cries during movies. I remember the first time I ever saw Terms of Endearment was with my mom when I was a little girl. I was able to catch the last half of it today, and I cried the whole way through. That movie hardly portrays the angst my family went through, but it was still very sad. At least I was home alone. I always feel kind of burdenesque when crying in front of others.
9:49:51 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.8.2002
What the hell am I doing?
6:18:34 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Today I asked, "How many people do you think would show up to my funeral?"
7:06:33 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.10.2002
I have FINALLY cleaned up my room. I can see the floor! Room cleaning is a neverending process for me. I always manage to find something else to do in the middle of it. Today, in fact, I stopped to make a makeshift portfolio of my doodles from my old school notebooks. I also went out with a guy I work with tonight. Not a date, mind you. It was a simple challenge to a game or two of air hockey...I won both games, of course. I introduced him to frozen coffee, and that was the gist of the evening. I feel it was a productive day, though I'm hoping to get more done tomorrow. Once I become satisfied with the cleanliness of my room, I'll get a head start on looking at all those crummy college brochures they sent to me in the mail. Remind me to never again mark the "yes, please send me an assload of useless junk mail" box on the PSAT. Until tomorrow...
3:34:52 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.12.2002
We just got an X-Box. I don't know how or why, but it was there when I woke up this morning. It's awesome because you don't feel the pain when you fall off your skateboard. My brother has company over. As soon as the doorbell rang, I darted off to my room. I've always been like that with strangers in the house. Plus, I just woke up and I'd rather wait until I look more human-like before anyone unrelated sees me. I'm vain like that. I got yelled at by my bosses numerous times yesterday. I made stupid mistakes, all relating to "not showing good customer service." But that was just an off day. I'm practically the best worker they have, and they know it. Haha, and I purport to be modest? *grin* Don't you just hate it when you sleep funny and you wake up with that feeling of a 'growing pain' in one of your limbs? I do, with a passion. I downloaded a trial version of Adobe Illustrator. My practice drawings aren't that great, but I'll learn to do it right some day. More updates later...
4:38:33 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I've noticed a lot of sadness in some of my friends lately. I think it would definitely make me feel good to cheer some of them up. Sounds like a good idea, you think?
8:52:12 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.13.2002
Well I've counted them up and I have 829 mp3's so far. My arm has been hurting like a mofo all day long, and I am going to be my cousin's godmother. Diversity is key.
12:38:04 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.15.2002
It's officially been a month since my mother's death, and we seem to be doing quite well. Things that have happened recently:
1) I bought myself some badly needed jeans. You can always count on Kohl's. Coincidentally, on my plane trip to New York, I sat next to a man who works for the company that owns Kohl's. Talk about fate.
2) Nebraska made it into the College World Series. It's rather fitting seeing as how the CWS is held in Omaha every year. Unfortunately, we lost the first game to Clemson, 11-10. It was a good show. Khalil Greene definitely deserves his status as college player of the year.
3) I finally had a dream that wasn't a nightmare. My nightmares have been going on for days, and I hate waking up in such a flustered state. Thank goodness that's over.
4) I ate way too many Oreos. I don't even like Oreos. They make your teeth all black if you chew them the wrong way. I'm a master at keeping my teeth clean when eating them; still, they are not my favorite cookie. I think I only ate them because they compliment milk so well, and I love milk.
5) I saw the scariest, freakiest video game ever. I MUST play it. Most appropriately, I have forgotten the name. Let me get back to you on that.
6) I revisted my love for "The Lost Boys" when downloading a couple of the songs from the soundtrack. It's an old favorite, and I reccomend it to all.
7) I ate more Oreos. Damn it!
4:40:19 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Have you ever really tried to decipher a Cake song? It's rather difficult. Semisonic's lyrics are slightly easier to understand, but both are tricky. "Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell." "Black, white, lemon, or lime, I hope you last a long, long time." What do these mean? One may never know.
4:48:41 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Mr. L. Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based bipedal life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council. Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male-line descendant of Ghenghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernable Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr. L. Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats. The preceding passage extracted from Adams' "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" is one that I find particularly humorous. Unfortunately, being the quasi-perfectionist that I am, I must attack his argument that humans are descended from apes. I contend that apes and humans are descended from the well-known "common ancestor." Think of it in terms of a factor tree. If the number 8 was the common ancestor, humans would be equivalent to the number 4, and apes would be represented by the number 2. It would not, however, be similar to the factoring of the number 9, because that would make us 3 and 3. It is quite evident that apes and humans are not identical, just similar. So one would rather compare them to differing multiples of 2, rather than two identical numbers such as 3. I have also noted that Mr. Adams leans towards the misuse of commas, and his use of run-on sentences is prominent. His prevalent use of what one may call "big" words is intriguing and adds to the excitement of the passage. It seems like a pretty good book so far. I was even surprised at the mention of Jesus' crucifixion. Do you think non-Christians jumped at the chance to give him shit for it? Seeing as how the book was copyrighted in 1980, I am too young to remember any type of conflict in the literary world during that time. It seems to have a been a big success nonetheless, and I look foward to reading more.
6:22:49 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
As the Rainman would say, I definitely, definitely reccomend this book to everyone...definitely. I have yet another amusing passage from "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Preparation: Mr. Arthur Dent is currently lying in the mud in front of a bulldozer to prevent his house from being demolished. Mr. L. Prosser is the man in charge of the demolition, and he is trying to get Arthur to move so that the bulldozing of Dent's precious home may continue. Mr. Dent is rather perturbed because he claims that he did not know of said demolition until just recently, therefore not giving him enough time to take action in opposition. Extraction: Mr. Prosser said, "You were quite entitled to make any suggestions or protests at the appropriate time, you know." "Appropriate time?" hooted Arthur. "Appropriate time? The first I knew about it was when a a workman arrived at my home yesterday. I asked him if he'd come to clean the windows and he said no, he'd come to demolish the house. He didn't tell me straight away of course. Oh no. First he wiped a couple of windows and charged me a fiver. Then he told me." "But Mr. Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months." "Oh yes, well, as soon as I heard I went straight round to see them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them, had you? I mean, like actually telling anybody or anything." "But the plans were on display..." "On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them." "That's the display department." "With a flashlight." "Ah, well, the lights had probably gone." "So had the stairs." "But look, you found the notice, didn't you?" "Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of the Leopard." Ha!
7:31:52 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
That book is one of Jackie and Nicki Lee's favorites too. I'm definitely, definitely gonna have to read it this summer.
Posted By: katie j 6/17/2002 3:53:31 PM
I had coffee for the first time in weeks today. Real coffee, not that overly milked and sugared frozen shit that you can buy at the mall. I'm all jittery. I do hope it wears off before work. I'm in the mood to think, type, and talk rather quickly. If I act in such a manner at the workplace, one just teeming of judgmental teenagers, I may come off as annoying. It's not that I care what others think about me, but it is nice to have someone to converse with on break rather than scaring them off. In grade school, having a lot to say was labeled as "annoying." I'd prefer to not revisit those days. I'm still the same old chatterbox I always was, though I do try to hold back on the overly annoying comments. Plus, now that we've gotten older, my peers are more accepting of my "intellect." Gah! My legs are still shaky. This is not a good sign.
7:49:25 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.16.2002
Today's beverage reccomendation: Panera's I.C. Spice.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!
I am starting to think that no one reads my blog. True, I find it very theraputic to write out what I'm feeling, but I usually try to write it as if I'm aiming towards an audience. Do I even have an audience? One ponders this time and time again. Perhaps they will like me better after I take my journalism and creative writing classes. One might consider my entries to be more enjoyable to read by that time. I'd love comments, but I don't think that is an option with such a basic template. labmhs@yahoo.com will have to do for now.
Word of the Day: Abase.
1:46:38 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
I'm posting this just to contradict your former comment about no one reading this.
So there.
ds
Posted By: ds 6/17/2002 12:05:03 PM
NEW FEATURE:
Hey look! I think I figured out how to add comments. Whoo! Look see? It's down there. Right there, at the bottom of the entry. Don't be afraid to click it. Come on, you know you want to. Aww, come on! I could use some outside opinions. Feel free to debase (not to be confused with abase) or commend any previous entry as well as any you see from now on. As I learned from Miss Bauman and Miss Vavrina, I can't do better unless I get some input (or just some really silly comments.) Check you later!
1:54:18 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
I'm so awesome.
Posted By: Lisa 6/16/2002 1:59:43 PM
I love you girly!!! your my hero and though your blog was way to comples for me to understand at 11 o'clock at night it was excellent! i hope you have a fantastic day. Later ~kk~
Posted By: Kara Brockett 6/16/2002 11:08:42 PM
I'm um...really tired. It's nice to see someone took notice to my new feature. (Actually, I had to force her to open up her web browser and sneak a peek at it.) Ain't life grand? Nighty.
Posted By: Lisa 6/17/2002 2:44:00 AM
yay! i've been waiting for this day! now post something really stupid so i can yell at you for putting it up. jk jk
Posted By: katie j 6/17/2002 3:44:45 PM
6.17.2002
My entire 16th year has just been one big hell-hole. Will my life ever go back to normal???
I've never felt so worthless as I do now. You know that feeling you get in your legs when you get bad news that just breaks your heart? It feels like you can't even walk. And your stomach is all churny and tight and you just want to crawl up in a ball in the corner and sleep it all away? I know that feeling too well. I don't know whether to feel sad or angry or relieved. I reitereate: I've never felt so worthless as I do now.
12:52:58 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Alright, this is it. Tomorrow is my day off, and it's going to be spent looking for a new job. I am so sick of Baker's. I almost yelled at my boss today, more than once. The job is not worth the money I'm getting. Sure, I'd like a new job with better pay, but I really just need a new environment. I think a bookstore would be awesome. Wish me luck!
As for boys, I'm having a little bitterness towards one. I need to have a talk with him, but I don't feel like it. Maybe if I avoid him enough, he'll poof into thin air.
Also on tomorrow's agenda: Dying my hair a sassy "Navajo Bronze" and finishing my list of colleges I am seriously considering. Oh oh, and the neverending task of cleaning my room. Perhaps a little practice on the XBOX? Until then...
10:32:27 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
katie johnson dyed her hair navajo bronze last year i think. its a cool color
Posted By: katie j 6/28/2002 6:17:05 PM
6.19.2002
10 Things I Hate About All Of You
Whether you like it or not, my entries will now have titles (well, those worthy of having one).
Have you ever been in a mood so that everything you think about makes you angry? Or so you think you actually need to get drunk? Like it's crucial to maintain your physical and mental healths? Argh!
Things I Hate:
The one night you are free to do something, you look totally cute, your gas tank is not empty, and neither are your pockets, and not one of your friends can be reached. Or they don't call you back. Or they're busy with their ultimate crush watching some lame-ass movie. Or they're at work; like paying bills is actually more important than spending time with you. You could die tomorrow, and they would be so sad because they chose everything else in the world over you. They'd be filled with regret and remorse (redundant, I know), and you'd say, "Ha! Serves you right. Everyone gets their turn to feel like shit."
When someone tells you that there is free tanning (a good thing) for the next three days and you invite your friend to go with you, but they decide not to call you back. So instead of going at 6pm when you knew the place would be open, you wait until 9pm hoping that your friend was just running a little late. When you finally decide to go without them, you think to yourself, "I have plenty of time to go. Someone told me the place was open until 11pm. It's only 9:30." So you drive halfway downtown, practically getting lost of course because everyone knows that downtown is a maze of one-way streets and wreckless dirvers, and you somehow end up at the college medical center (the one-way streets' faults). By the time you actually reach the tanning salon, it's closed! But wait, it's not even 10 o'clock yet! Who the hell lied and said it was open until 11? (I wish I could remember.)
Gina. (My parakeet's name is Gina.) I am starting to hate her so much. What's so great about Gina anyway? She yaps her head off all day long about nothing in particular, and she's obviously just an unintelligent birdbrain. She's loud and stupid and annoying. She's not even pretty...baby blue is an ugly color. But for some reason, everybody else is just in LOVE with Gina. Like she's a goddamn princess or something. Who the hell cares about Gina? You know, it's been pretty hot out lately. I hope it gets so hot that she explodes in mid air. Who'll love her now, huh? Nobody, because she'll be nothing but a slimy pile of guts on the sidewalk. Gina sucks.
Boys. Boys suck, too. They play you for a fool, they break your heart, they lie to you. Why do I get stuck knowing all the loser-boys? I know there's some nice ones out there...I caught a glance once or twice as I was driving past them on my way to some loser-boy's house. I couldn't get a very good look anyway...there was a pile of slimy bird guts blocking my view.
People. I hate people in general. I hate my customers for being such fucking idiots and blaming all their mistakes on me. I hate my bosses for not paying me enough and treating me like shit even they they obviously know, and have even voiced the fact that I am their most competent worker. I probably deserve to get paid more than my idiot managers, or any of my coworkers. Some of them are so STUPID! I swear to God I can feel my IQ dropping as I converse with them. I have to go read a book with at least 25 big words in it when I get home just to raise it back to normal. I hate my teachers for stressing me out during the school year and making me end up in tears in the principal's office and giving me demerits resulting in detention on the last day of school because of one stupid hole in the bullshit skirts they force us to wear. I hate my relatives because they are pushy, especially on the phone. I think they forgot the meaning of "personal bubble" when they discovered the meaning of "relative." And you always have some hick relative living out on a farm. Whenever you visit them they try to force you to eat some nasty pink or green "salad" made of mayonnaise and Cool Whip. I hate people who live far away. It really sucks because everyone who lives near you is a shithead always begging for a ride. Everyone who lives far away takes up gas just to go see their filthy asses. All people in the world suck at one time or another, and I'm sure they've all offended me personally in some way or another. It's fucked up because the two people you dont hate, the two people whose company you would actually enjoy, whose company you crave...who you just want to spend one goddamn minute with are either 1,318 miles away or DEAD.
10:32:01 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
Don't tell me this entry is too long for you to read, because I know you have nothing better to do than read my rants. So read, then buzz off...loser.
Posted By: Lisa 6/19/2002 10:53:48 PM
Shouting Out
I refuse to do shoutouts in my Instant Messager profile. "Why?" you ask. Because they're fucking stupid! If you want to say 'hi' to somebody, call them up on the goddamn telephone. And everybody thinks that the order you put people's names in actually means something. Like if you post your parakeet's name before your lover's name, for example. People get all upset and threaten to kill themselves over it. Totally lame. And they're not really 'shouting out' anyway. It's just text for Christ's sake. Why do you have to get your undies in a bunch over a couple of names? Those people are probably losers anyway. Forget 'em.
11:00:38 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Retraction
So I just got yelled at for having a link to Bryan's new cartoon in one of my previous entries. To please him, I deleted it. In case any of you actually watched the cartoon, just pretend like you didn't when you see him coming. Mention some new video game that just got released, and he'll forget all about it. In conclusion, my apologies are sent out to Bryan for illegal linking. I'll be sure to get 34.7 copies of the proper permissive documents, signed and initialed for legality's sake.
11:22:54 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
its 34.8 copies, get it straight. And lay off the harsh comments towards people, you dont want them coming back at you. Gina has done nothing towards you, and I have done nothing the constitutes "loser-boy"(except maybe losing at NBA INSIDE DRIVE 2002 against kyle). so ya, 34.8, dont forget it.
Posted By: Bryan Brinkman 6/19/2002 11:40:40 PM
I thought I told you to stop taking things so personally. I simply mentioned that I know a bunch of loser-boys. I never said YOU were included in that group, now did I? And why are you defending my pet bird? You've seen her maybe once. I know you think I'm referring to your precious crush, but simply know that I am not. Until you have a parakeet of your own, you will never know the hell she puts me through.
Posted By: Lisa 6/19/2002 11:43:19 PM
Eek
Sadly, I am 60% addicted to instant messager. How about you?
I'm going to be prosperous because the sign next to my 99-cent gold beaded bracelet said so. Trust everything you read and nothing you hear. Text represents fact and everyone dogs on hearsay. As long as I am wearing me decorative piece of string, prosperity is mine. Don't try to test me. The thingy said so.
11:40:02 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
im 63% addicted but ive been getting better recently so i could probably be down around 60%. great.
Posted By: katie j 7/5/2002 12:13:52 PM
6.20.2002
Home Sweet Home (Not Anymore!)
I'm excited. Kara helped me find a house for sale in her neighborhood, and it looks like a pretty good find. I stole one of the flyers for el padre, and he seems to be taking an interest. We've needed a new house for years, and now we're finally taking some initiative. I can't wait.
Yesterday I went to Platte River State Park for the annual Science Club picnic. After three years of hiking, paddleboating and horseback riding, I decided to venture off to the arts and crafts cabin. I painted an awesome statue of Lisa Simpson, but when I came home, I mutilated her to look like friggin SpongeBob Squarepants. Poor girl. It's bad enough that her teeth are big and green and she smells like gasoline. I'll fix her up, no worries. And Science Club is NOT nerdy!
1:06:16 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
im out of the science club for a frekkin month and im already getting dissed by mr d!?!? WHAT THE!? (ie- i wasnt invited to the picnic .. muther effers )
Posted By: katie j 6/28/2002 6:05:32 PM
Rage Against the Machine
My brother finally taught me how to use our cd burner. Unfortunately, it is not currently working, and all my hopes of expanding my musical library have been shattered. I want to send in a cd to the CD Mix of the Month Club, but it looks like I will have to put that on hold until I can get it working again. Damnation.
10:58:25 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.24.2002
Chapter One
I went ahead and bought the sequel to the famed "Hitchhiker's Guide." I promised Josh that I wouldn't start it until I finished the other book he compelled me to buy, but it was late at night, and he wasn't there to stop me. And thus I started to read "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe"... In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. Many races believe that it was created by some sort of god, though the Jatravartid people of Viltvodle VI believe that the entire Universe was in fact sneezed out of the nose of a being called the Great Green Arkleseizure. The Jatravartids, who live in perpetual fear of the time they call the Coming of the Great White Handkerchief, are small blue creatures with more than fifty arms each, who are therefore unique in being the only race in history to have invented the aerosol deodorant before the wheel. However, the Great Green Arkleseizure Theory is not widely accepted outside Viltvodle VI and so, the Universe being the puzzling place that it is, other explanations are constantly being sought. For instance, a race of hyperintelligent pandimensional beings once built themselves a gigantic supercomputer called Deep Thought to calculate once and for all the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything. For seven and a half million years, Deep Thought computed and calculated, and in the end announced that the answer was in fact Forty-Two --- and so another, even bigger, computer had to be built to find out what the actual question was. And this computer, which was called the Earth, was so large that it was frequently mistaken for a planet --- especially by the strange apelike beings who roamed its surface, totally unaware that they were simply part of a gigantic computer program. And this is very odd, because without that fairly simple and obvious piece of knowledge, nothing that ever happened on the Earth could possibly make the slightest bit of sense. Sadly, however, just before the critical moment of read-out, the Earth was unexpectedly demolished by the Vogons to make way --- so they claimed --- for a new hyperspace bypass, and so all hope of ever discovering a meaning for life was lost forever. What a shitty and surprising way to end the Earth. *Boom!* Just like that. I wonder how much of Adams' material he pulled directly from his ass. Though I must admit he as a humorously creative ass. I still don't like the fact that he refers to humans as "apelike." (Note: see 12:22pm entry on June 15, 2002.) I'll get over it for the sake of getting on with the book. The rest of the novel seems to be moving rather quickly, but in a very slow mannner. I'm sure it'll get better once I get past Chapter Three. Until then...
6:07:52 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Transitions Call me stupid. I answered the phone, and it was some telemarketer trying to give me free stuff for being so damn cool. She sounded like a pretty cool lady, so I thought I'd humor her. She already had my address and shit, so I thought okay, so long as I don't tell her my credit card number or anything like that, I'm cool. All she had was my name and address, which you could pick out of any phone book, so what's the problem, right? Yeah so I think I'll be getting a free phone card in the mail for 5,000 long distance minutes, which would be cool since I have a lot of out-of-state friends. Most of them are the only ones who read this blog. But I still have a gut feeling that I'll get stuck having to pay a $200 dollar bill for something or other. Nothing ever turns out perfect. Speaking of phone calls, how messed up is this? My brother (who is two years younger) gets more phone traffic than me. Even when he's out of town people call him up wanting to go out. Me, all I get is a phone call from some raspy-voiced lady named Rose trying to mail me free stuff. She was cool, but do you think she wants to take me out to dinner? I don't think so. I suppose that's the joy of being a teenager. Everyone you know has a job (aka not a lot of free time to go out to dinner). Speaking of jobs (Nice variety of transitions...not), I just turned in some applications at the mall. I hope someone calls me back soon. I'm aching to get out of the job I have. It's not a BAD job, but it's so damn tedious. Everyone likes a little variety, and I could definitely use a change in environment. Wish me luck as I am off to work...
9:18:04 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Whoa
So it turns out they buried my mom in the wrong spot, my dad's plot. Instead of switching the names on the tombstone, he's considering having her ashes dug up and moved. What the hell is wrong with this cemetery? They've been messing up everything. Even the memorial tree we got for her. And I'm getting pretty tired of taking down phone messages from morticians. Stop calling me!
Tomorrow is the Vans Warped Tour. I'm kind of excited to go. I'm supposed to go to Malinda's house at 11:30am and take off from there. I'm afraid it's going to be a late start, and that I'll miss some good shows seeing as how the gates open at 10, but the shows don't start till 12, and it's quite a drive just to get there. Lord knows it's going to take forever to get in....forever and a half to get out. Bryan sorta kicked me out of his carpool. He basically told me I had to drive myself since he didn't want me riding with him. He didn't want to have to keep track of too many people while we were there. Fuck that! There's no way I'm gonna show up at a concert of more than 10,000 people by my damned self. So I mooched a ride from Malinda. But she's riding with her friend Mary. I hope we don't get stuck chasing after some boys they think are attractive instead of watching the shows. And pray to God I don't melt. The weather's been so bad here lately. It'll be more than 100 degrees, I can guarantee it. My dad's even trying to force me to wear a tshirt instead of a tank top so I don't get burned. I don't care if I get a little red...I just don't want to be sweating anymore than I have to. I know I'll have a good time no matter what. I've just always worried about going to places or events I've never been to before. I always bring too much. Or forget something. Or am not dressed appropriately. There are going to be a bunch of attractions there. I just don't want to miss out, ya know?
11:08:26 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.26.2002
n2m
The Vans Warped Tour can only be described as Fucking Awesome. Apart from a slight sunburn and a headache, I came home a very happy person. I saw a plethora of great bands, met a bunch of them personally, and got autographs of course. They gave out so much free stuff...except water (it figures). I was disappointed that I didn't get to meet New Found Glory because they were one of the main reasons I wanted to go to the concert in the first place. I bought a t-shirt though. It's awesome. Vince was right when he said I didn't seem like the ska/punk music type. I was one of four people there that didn't have some funky hair color, tattoo or piercing. Not yet anyway. *wink* I can't wait until the next one.
I discovered a new interest in plums. I ate one; it was good. So I ate another. The second was just as good as the first. They're tasty, good for you and on sale...what more could one ask for?
As for the rest of my week, not a lot has been going on for me. I spent at least four hours in the car driving my brother to and from Boy Scout camp and his swim meet. I got sick from Valentino's (when will I learn?). I have to work almost every day this week. Except for the concert, I haven't been out socially. The heat makes me really tired. Speaking of which, I think I may hit the hay a little early. Sweetest dreams...
11:14:30 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
This Blows
The Internet can really fuck with your mind. Be careful, and choose your friends wisely. They may not turn out to be what you expected. That's usually what happens to me, real life or not. Damn it all.
11:50:28 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
i had that coming.
Posted By: ds 6/26/2002 11:52:21 PM
6.27.2002
This Blows (Part 2)
My dad came into my work today and yelled at me in front of my customers. Most embarassing. I think I spent more money than I had in my account. I could have sworn I saved up enough for the concert. It must've been the water. God forbid they should give it out for free on a hot day like that. I'm sitting at home right now waiting for my dad to come home and yell at me some more. I cleaned up my room in hopes of sucking up. I deserve any punishment he gives me though. I spend too much money far too often. Just because I earned it all myself doesn't mean I can run rampant with my debit card. *sigh* I hope it's not too harsh as I would prefer to live to see tomorrow. Ahh, here I am giving advice on balancing a checkbook to a friend of mine, and at the same time, I am in debt to my dad for covering my overdraft fees....AGAIN. See? I'm not as smart as they think I am. I do stupid things and ignore the consequences. When will I grow up?
11:24:13 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
6.28.2002
Nasty!
If there's one thing everyone hates in the world, it's bird poop. Some bird had a field day on my car. There's so much shit on it, it must've been a damn eagle or something. It's even on the door! There's no way any ordinary bird could have done that to my car. What the hell did it have to eat?! I've never been so disgusted. Of course I don't have the time to wash my car until tomorrow. Eww, I have to drive around with it. Nasty stuff.
1:35:30 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
i like to sleep
Posted By: Ricky 6/29/2002 10:05:19 PM
That was very...profound. Thanks, bud.
Posted By: Lisa 7/3/2002 11:37:15 AM
6.29.2002
As much as I call Bryan an idiot when he's not looking, I still have mucho feelings for him. He acknowledges them, and kind of leaves it at that. I'd just like to state that I'm glad we're still very good friends.
Today was my cousins' baptism. I was asked to be one of their godmothers, and of course I said yes. I actually wore a skirt, and I ate more food than needed at Grandma's. By the way, did anyone else notice that my co-godparent is megacute?
Saturday is supposed to be our annual Gook Night. (I don't have a link for Gook because the only other people who have ever heard of it reside in a mental hospital somewhere in Colorado.) Ladies and gentlemen, Gook Night is one of the best nights of the year. First let me explain what "Gook" is. No, we do not use it as a derogatory term for Asians. If it helps you can call it by it's alternate name, "Nerts." So anyway, Gook is a game of competitive solitaire played by four people. Every year we have friends of the family fly in from Michigan and everyone gathers at Grandma's for the Gook Tournament. It usually starts around 9 pm and goes on till the wee hours of the morning. This night is one of few that Grandma lets you swear until your lips fall off, and she doesn't give you shit for smoking or getting drunk. You also go home with a better appreciation for the Credence Clearwater Revival. This will be the first year playing without mom (she used to be quite good at it), but I'm sure it will still be a lot of fun. I was thinking I'd bring along my own partner. Hopefully they say yes.
9:23:54 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
I asked Bryan to go with me. He turned me down to go to a movie with Gina, of course. Pbbbh. He's missing out. If anyone else would like to go out for a guaranteed good time, email me. I'd love new company.
Posted By: Lisa 6/30/2002 12:20:58 AM
6.30.2002
I was having a most interesting conversation with Dave as he explained to me his past of many psychotic ex-girlfriends. It was most tedious. Plus his phone sucks so I was saying "what?" every 15 seconds. As he droned on and on, I began to ponder the subject of peanut butter. What is the color of peanut butter? Is it brown? Is it orange? Most bewildering. Befuddling even.
12:30:59 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
You know, you could've said something.
Posted By: ds 6/30/2002 4:11:37 PM
Contradiction
In my last entry, I used two words to describe a telephone conversation. Unfortuantely, they are somewhat opposite of each other. I'm not too upset by the fact that I misused proper grammar, but I thought I'd change it because I now realize that I made my very wonderful friend sound like a boring lunatic. I'd like to officially state that he is certainly NOT boring or loony. He is, in fact, one of the most intriguing people I have ever met, and I marvel at his intelligence and personality. I give my sincerest apologies for upsetting him. I hope this has appeased his unsettled mind, as I did not mean to hurt his feelings in any way.
7:39:44 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
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