Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Hehe...waffles
Darin : jamie
Jamie: Yes?
Darin : put some syrup on me
Darin : 'cos it's waffle time!
Jamie: Yes?
Darin : put some syrup on me
Darin : 'cos it's waffle time!
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
-clears throat-
Ahem.
Thank you.
Sheep, Sheep,
The musical fruit.
The more you eat,
The more you toot.
Thank you.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Good Lord...
I have some odd conversations...and I can't spell:
Darin : since i'm not a lady, can i tongue the foyer?
Jamie: No!
Darin : -sad face-
Darin : but...
Jamie: I said no! -slaps hand-
Darin : but whyyyy?!
Jamie: Don't make me get the hose
Manly Men Don't Bathe...
He looks so manly...it's hard to believe he's a Dancy boy. Dagger up to some fat lard's throat -fans self- -dies-. I'm such a mean person. But look...HE HAS THE WENHAM NOSE! -is in pain- God damn it. So many people have the Wenham nose. JC even has a variation of the Wenham nose. That part in A.D.I.D.A.S. scares the shit out of me. Have to cover my eyes. -dies- "NO! NOT THE WENHAM FACE! MUST...SHIELD...THY...SELF!" -erupts into hysterical laughter-
I can't stop giggling...I'm so bad -is dying laughing-
I took this...quiz thingie...and just -dies giggling like wild- Can't stop laughing...
Your Name: Jamie
Birthday: June 24th 1988
Second Favorite Color: Pink
Title of the song stuck in your head: Sunday Morning by Maroon 5
You will meet Dom: When you create a demo CD with your new band, "Sblombie". He loves all the lyrics and contacts you.
He will say: "Damn. No wait-Yes, damn."
You will say: "Can we...talk some more?"
Afterward you will: Pelt him with tiny stones to get his attention and when he gets pushed past the limit (you hit him in his crotch) he tackles you to the ground and steals all your rocks, but doesn't get off of you.
You guys will hang-out: All the time.
Worst part: He begs for sex perpetually. You're his goddess. Damn.
Best part: You can't chose just one!
THERE! -is in pain- That highly amused me. HIGHLY amused me. There was much giggling. I'm going to retake it about a thousand more times...which means more giggling.
God damn it I love this song. Damn Maroon 5.
Your Name: Jamie
Birthday: June 24th 1988
Second Favorite Color: Pink
Title of the song stuck in your head: Sunday Morning by Maroon 5
You will meet Dom: When you create a demo CD with your new band, "Sblombie". He loves all the lyrics and contacts you.
He will say: "Damn. No wait-Yes, damn."
You will say: "Can we...talk some more?"
Afterward you will: Pelt him with tiny stones to get his attention and when he gets pushed past the limit (you hit him in his crotch) he tackles you to the ground and steals all your rocks, but doesn't get off of you.
You guys will hang-out: All the time.
Worst part: He begs for sex perpetually. You're his goddess. Damn.
Best part: You can't chose just one!
THERE! -is in pain- That highly amused me. HIGHLY amused me. There was much giggling. I'm going to retake it about a thousand more times...which means more giggling.
God damn it I love this song. Damn Maroon 5.
Friday, September 03, 2004
Well...ah'm here...
Yeah...nothing much. I'm just damn bored. And the link to this in Darin's livejournal. And now Jamie's returned the favor. So there. Boo yeah. Ron Stoppable moment of the day. Did I even spell his name correctly? You know what...who cares.
-dies- It sounds like I'm all...negative...but I'm not...just fucking tired! GAH! SCHOOL IS EVIL! I'm just...so bloody tired.
Flunked a math test. 49. I'm gonna fucking ace the next one. Damn it. Yeah...not proud of the grade but -shrugs-.
Rereading Ella Enchanted. Plan on rererereading it. And if I'm bored enough rerererereading it or even rererererereading it.
Quite bored.
School's okay, I guess. Bailey...is Bailey. Dykes. Is Insane. Auld. Needs to be fired...again. Schlesselman...boring. Walthour. Evil, but he tells good jokes, damn him -dies-. Thomas. Wouldn't know. Ward. He's all right. The little square patch of hair frightens me, though.
I want to type a word.
Nyah.
There...I feel better.
Good Lord what was my last journal entry?
I'll have to get back to you about that one.
-dies- It sounds like I'm all...negative...but I'm not...just fucking tired! GAH! SCHOOL IS EVIL! I'm just...so bloody tired.
Flunked a math test. 49. I'm gonna fucking ace the next one. Damn it. Yeah...not proud of the grade but -shrugs-.
Rereading Ella Enchanted. Plan on rererereading it. And if I'm bored enough rerererereading it or even rererererereading it.
Quite bored.
School's okay, I guess. Bailey...is Bailey. Dykes. Is Insane. Auld. Needs to be fired...again. Schlesselman...boring. Walthour. Evil, but he tells good jokes, damn him -dies-. Thomas. Wouldn't know. Ward. He's all right. The little square patch of hair frightens me, though.
I want to type a word.
Nyah.
There...I feel better.
Good Lord what was my last journal entry?
I'll have to get back to you about that one.
