I ask only for the strength to defend my people.

All Hail Foofie The Glitter Spider!
( 2003-10-17 @ 9:26 p.m. )

So here I am again.

I must apologize for the pathetically short entry from last week. I hardly ever do that. Well, my Halloween cards have been sent. Ignore the randomness when you recieve them. These were thought up during a case of 5 a.m. giggles. Which, if you live here in my house is a very scary thing indeed. I think they stem mainly from caffeine, nicotine, and having your best friend also as your roomate. One completley neutral stimulus such as a typo, some random porn-spam e-mail or a random google search and there you have it. 5 am giggles. Next thing you know someone wipes out in the wheely chair, or laughs so hard they nearly snort Dr. Pepper out their nose and it's out of control. Either I am to easily amused or it's really hilarious. Who cares? It works either way.

Went to Sea World again Sunday and spent a literal hour in front of the Beluga whales. Words do not properly express their grace and beauty. I cant wait until I get to swim with them next year. I also did remarkably well at Sea World considering by the time I got home {9:00 or so} I had been up nearly 32 hours....my day however was not fated to end there.

My boyfriend muttered something about "surprise" and "call store" as I wandered off to the bathroom to get out of my wet clothes. A few minutes later he left, let's say 10:30ish or so. Jamie and I speculated endlessley as we worked on fanbook shite. I thought "Prologue Bilbo" the only action figure {besides that damn Legolas and Horse, it's AROD YOU MORONS} I am missing. We both okingly said with a laugh it had better not be flowers and chocolate. Well, we were both right. Turns out he called Super Wal-Mart {15-20 minute drive} in Port Orange and some guy said they had P Bilbo. This guy knew his LOTR figures and pparently it was a sure thing. Well he got there and lo and behold, no Bilbo. He was rather pissated. He figures the employee he talked to must have swiped it. He came home with flowers and sorbet. I was quite pleased but he DID look rather pissed. He then explained it all to J2 and I, then proceeded on a mission to find Bilbo. He called every store within a 2 hour radius. His very last call he finds one in Palm Coast. Then he calsl the poor woman back again to make sure it's the right figure. We pile into the car and drive off, J2 and I managing to be insane and make no sense the entire trip. Then we get there, get to the toys and finally get the damn thing. We then proceed to act like asses in the Haloween aisle. Whilst walking past a non-halloween related display, I saw this black, feathery, flexible, glittery spider type thingie with little red sequins for eyes. I had to have it so I snagged it, christening it "Foofie the Glitter Spider" ALL HAIL FOOFIE! So we leave, only to see those little min-merry-go-round thingies they have for kids. We popped in a quarter and all three of us hopped on, ok so it tilted because I odnt think it's meant for anyone over 6 years old....but we yelled and acted like asses in general. Was fun.

So, now on to other things. I just want to take a minute to thank my friends. You know who you are. For support, advice, tolerance, caring, understanding, and a absolutle shiteload of love. Yep, you all kick ass. Everybody needs somebody to help on occasion and you guys are the best at that. Thanks for letting me be there for you as well. It makes me feel good. Now...just to pose a question, observation....whatever. It seems as I get older, people get colder. Sometimes I have a problem relating to people in my age range. So much angst, hatred and drama. I mean "Come ON" what the HELL? Doesnt it get old the first few hundred times? I mean sure Ive doen it to, but have made a concentrated effort to stop, halt, cease and desist. No stupid disagreement or flame-war is worth it really. While I am the LAST to back off from conflict it better be a damn good cause yanno? "To discriminate only generates hate" and all that jazz......"If you never know truth then you never know love...." yea...that to.

Calling me names or insulting me generally doesnt qualify as a good cause. I wont say here what DOES piss me off {just gives people who care ammo for a later date} but seriously, let it go. It just isnt funny anymore. Plus it accomplishes nothing. I know 12 year olds more mature than some 22 year olds. Not that I'm saying that's entirely a bad thing. In osme ways it means our youth are becoming more mature, but it just seems the odler I get, the colder people get. Im certainly not saying I'

m the most mature person ever, Im not...hell sometimes I act more my shoe size than my age. But still......there's a difference.

So basically that's my rant, so be it..........simple enough.

Excuse crappy entry please.

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