Sep
10
2003
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You don’t mean anything to me

So I sacked the Orlando Idea, obviously. sure, I find him delicious, but… *sighs* It was just too dark, and clutter-y. I think I like this one better. Except, the stupid column on the side, it’s being stupid. Damn. Oh Well. Cant’ have the little site being perfect after only a few hours of trying, right?

Of course not. Oh, BTW sorry if any of this isn’t making sense, i’ve apparently picked up the habit of beginning one word, and ending with a completely different one. Go me.

I’m tired. I ran myself ragged today. Very very ragged. *sighs* I went to see Marco at work (I’m hoping to get a job there….) I went to school (I was a little late… hee hee.) I went to work to sub for friendjamin (he’s so sick, poor guy), then I went to Relief Society (Oh, that was a barrel of laughs) Then I came home and took the brownies that had been cooking while i was at Relief society over to the guys at work. Gert and Monkey….

I tried to be a good girl. Really. *smiles innocently* Gert called me Michelle (he got my name wrong, just like my ex. Jerk. *sighs*) and then Monkey double does it with the spelling my name WRONG.

I know it sounds… stupid, but i was on the verge of tears, i’m not even joking. Shame on me.

Anyway. I’m going to go to bed. That’s actually where I should be anyway. I’m just so tired of this day.

Derringer Meryl [i’m sick of being pushed around] Out

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Sep
09
2003
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*shrugs* whatever

I”m working on a beautious thing …

an Orlando Bloom Layout. Ohh the internet is a good thing. *smirks* now, i have to go do my good deed for the day. hee hee. i’m taking an extra shift on at work. huzzah!

anyway, loves, oh, and let’s watch this blog turn into something beautiful, together, okay?

Derringer Meryl [i’mnotalwaysthisbitter] Out

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Sep
08
2003
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Get a grip you jerk.

Giddy, that’s the only way to discribe how I feel right now.

Sure i had a uber shibby day. I sucked it up on my Math Test, I ate some chocolate cake which I should probably burn off by doing some pilates, but– i’m not going to right now– hee hee. Then I went to work, still unable to count, and talked to Friendjamin about Monkey. Nothing bad, just venting my frustrations. Poor Friendjamin. He’s ill. I simply must make him some soup to make him feel better, especially after all the great advice he gave me. *twitches* Damn. It’s that time again. Time for the late night Zoloft twitches. God. I hate those.

Right, what makes the day all good. I got an email back from the great people at Xbox, and they say they want to hire me (for like three days, i hope) and i get the best pay ever!! (that i’ve had) $11 an hour! And I plan on working as many hours as possible. I dont’ mind doing odd jobs… err that’s a bad word for it.. i dont’ mind doing something that requires me to dress up like a freak (even though it’s not really freak attire) as long as i get the moolah after.

i know that makes me sound SO much like a whore, but c’mon. I’m a starving college student, puleaze! I’m in the need of money. I’m not greedy, the college is. Quality education, i’m teaching myself. Jerks. Hmph.

Anyway, I have to get up early to go to class (huzzah) and then possibly back to work. I dont’ mind though– cause i need the hours. hours=moolah.

Oh. Want to know what I heard the faucker monkey was planning on doing? Switching out to my old bosses store.

The one he has the major honking hots for.

Derringer Meryl [everyone but me you faucker] Out

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Sep
08
2003
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it’d be a nooner, but it’s midnight

Okay, I just did a lyric Spew, but I found this song (I must have mass downloaded) on my computer. I think it wraps things up … *smirks* nicely.

You Don’t Mean Anything, Simple Plan

Maybe I’m just not good enough for you

And maybe I just don’t wanna be like you

And maybe I just don’t wanna know

How low you’re ready to go

I’m not gonna change

You can’t make me

You don’t mean anything to me

You’re what I never want to be

Tell me does it feel good to be like you

Tell me why should I waste my time with you

‘Cuz maybe you always bring me down

I’m sick of being pushed around

I’m not gonna change

You can’t make me

I know you think you know me

You don’t know anything

I know you want to help me

I don’t need anything

Don’t tell me where to go

I don’t need you to know

I admit, it was mainly… my dad’s fault. And Mine, for telling monkey about things, but God. . . . Anyone who has heard my dad talk for ages about something, can understand why i wanted to warn him–

we are a deadly combination– and he ran, like he should have. Good on ya. Too bad you took my heart with ya!

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Sep
07
2003
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Didn’t your mother ever teach you?

I have my first test in college tomorrow. I’m really nervous, mainly because i haven’t been to class in a long time. Heh. Shame on me. *smirks girlishly*

I won’t be going to visit monkey because he’s going to the doctor’s office to see if he has a heart murmur. I worry. I worry about Red too. She’s so far away, from her support base. (That is, me. heh… not really, it consists of a whole bunch of people.) *laughs softly*

Which reminds me. I went to see Monkey at work, and to give him Red’s new cell number, so he wouldn’t have an excuse to not call her (but i forgot to get him a calling card, oops.) and I was leaving, and once again my mind was doddling on the fact that guys turn their head slightly when they look at girls, Only God Knows why, i’m sure…. anyway, i was walking out the door, wondering if anyone was watching me. Trust me, i’ve gotten whistles from outside of that store, and a “Damn Baby! What do I gotta do to get me some of that!?” To which I didn’t reply… well I did use my spirit finger… heh. Anyway, back to the story… I was walking out, and i heard the door sorta clang behind me, because our door is really loud– if you’ve been there you know that…. anyway, i sorta turn and look, and Gert is washing the windows….

I smirked to myself wondering if he was actually doing work, or watching me. The cocky part of me says, “He was watchin’ your fine swing you gots in your backyard, yo!” and the modest part of me says “Whatever, he’s just doing his job, cleaning the windows. It’s what he does.” To which the other part responds “Actually, if you remember, that’s not his job, that’s monkey’s job. You know that. He thinks You’re a FINE piece of meat….”

and then I blush at the continuing ramble of my cocky little ego. *winces* I normally don’t brag. But cheeze and rice– i apparently have one fine ass. Red thinks so, Monkey does too (he won’t admit it, but Red Caught him looking, with the tilted head), Marco agrees with Red, and my mum says I have a fine swing in my backyard. Wahoo! I rock….. not really. Heh.

Anyway– i’m fairly sure i’m done bragging about how fine i look (oh no, really, i’m not that good looking.) and we can now continue on with the lyric spew which happens to be from Berserk, an anime which is good but VERY VERY VERY Bloody. Seriously. I’ve seen more blood in the last four hours than a doctor has in his entire career. hee hee. But the opening song, which is surprisingly sang in English, is really good. It’s got a neat Beatles type tune, and it’s just catchy.

Tell me Why, Berserk

Feel no shame about shape

Weather changes their phrase

Even mother will show you another way

So put your glasses on

Nothing will be wrong

There’s no blame, there’s no fame

It’s up to you

The first words should be finded

Whatever hold you back

I can, I can get it off

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you want

I don’t know why, don’t know why, don’t know why you afraid

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you say

I don’t know why, don’t know why, Too late, it’s too late

Have no fear for real

It’s just a turning wheel

Once you start up there’s no other way

Don’t put your eyes on boots

Step forward your roots

There’s no aid there’s no trade

It belongs to you

Before you miss something given

You should know what’s the truth

I can, I can make it out

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you want

I don’t know why, don’t know why, don’t know why you afraid

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you say

I don’t know why, don’t know why, Too late, it’s too late

Before you miss something given

You should know what’s the truth

I can, I can make it out

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you want

I don’t know why, don’t know why, don’t know why you afraid

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you say

I don’t know why, don’t know why, Too late, it’s too late

Derringer Meryl [Don’t point pretty girls out, not nice] Out

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