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SEPTEMBER 6, 2003: SLEEP:
So the Midget talks in her sleep. This morning she was saying "bubby. Dog. Woof, woof." So not only is she afraid of dogs in real life, but she dreams of them! It is so cute.
I had a terrible night sleep last night. I went to sleep hoping that time would pass qicker becasue I was feeling really antsy. The first time that I woke and could not go back to sleep was at 2323hr. Gee, I had only been to sleep for 2 hours! Following that I woke every hour. Al were after dreams, many of them boring dreams that I cannot be bothered to write about because I am too damned tired and the fucking internet is playing up again! ARGH!
I finally woke at 0556hr and could not get back to sleep no matter how much I tried. So I lay there watching music clips and wondering if anyone but me is sick of the "Shake Your Ass" dance craze at the moment. I don't find butts particularily pretty, nor do I find the not so subtle sexual innuendo of the butt shaking in any way provokative. I also would like to see someone else other than Michelle Branch (whom I have to say I like) wearing clothes! I am seriou, there seems to be a shortage of clothing going out there and my blase attitude towards near nudity has become absolute irritability with seeing more flesh than not.
I blame it on two sources- rap. They are quite obviously the main protagonists. Hell, I can't remember one film clip that I have seen this morning where everyone was fully dressed.
The other main trouble maker is Paris Hilton. I know she is super skinny, I know her dad is a multi billionair and that she has no talent, but I am not her gynacologist! I don't need to know that she has a brazilian wax! That girl needs to get some lessons in class or she is going to be looking back with some serious embarrassment when she reaches her golden years. If she makes it, I mean how many wacko millionaire heiresses actually live that long? Not that many, too many problems being their rich daddys' little girls. Oh no. Weep.
Gee I am in a bitchy mood this morning. Maybe because of all the shitty music and butts out there! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 0755HR. COMMENT.
EVOLUTION:
I have to admit, magpies instil terror in me during swooping season. This article about a man being killed by a magpie, doesn't give me any more confidence. The little bastards are persistant. I have learnt that if I come across one of them the put one of my hands on the back of my head and waggle it like a crown or something. I may look ridiculous but they seem to stop swooping, and if they hit me, which they seem prone to do lately, they are only going to get my hand.
The fact that it hit him in the eye is a bit of a worry because we were always taught that they would not go for something with eyes, hence the reason that they attacked from behind and some people drew eyes on tehir helmets. Perhaps this is a stage of their evolution, the bigger and tougher magpie that will defend its territory from big evil humans.
Speaking of evolution, I have a theory of my own. The general idea is that the strongest will survive, and that makes sense. Someone stronger than me will surely beat the daylights out of me. But I believe for the sake of the planet humans should begin shrinking. I know, it sounds stupid, but it makes sense. We would consume less, things would be able to be made smaller, especially houses, and in general smaller people would waste less precious resources.
That is the theory anyway. Then again they may just start making bigger bombs. Cheers and merry be.
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 1116HR. COMMENT.
DNA TEST RESULTS:
So they finally fixed my internet and I have nothing to say nor do. I was thinking about going and getting some movies when Missy wakes up. Mind you, I just had a big sleep as well. Duh. I might also finish shopping whilst in Bird Town because they had a few cheaper things this week that I wanted, like the biscuits that I just can't stop eating for a ridiculously low price of 74c!
Tomorrow is fathers day and I was thinking about getting a taxi driver to drop a note of for me at Mark's house now that I know that he is the Midget's father. But I keep having this sence that the DNA results from the other day are incorrect. I know they are not, thank goodness, but I think I missed out on the stress that I was expecting on receiving the results, so it doesn't seem right.
You see, I knew that when they came I would be completely freaked out and almost unwilling to open them becasue I was afraid that they would give me a result that I didn't want. I knew exactly how I would feel, how my hands would go numb, I would feel sick to my stomach and run my hands through my hair incessently. But I wasn't allowed to do that. I know it isn't something that I should be upset about missing out on, but it would have made them seem more real.
Instead when I got the mail I thought that it was a letter from the real estate (their logos are the same colour and I didn't make a close inspection) so it wasn't until I had gotten to the result that I actually knew what it was. It was a great relief, as you all should know. But being that I was relieved of all the stress it doesn't seem so real.
I guess, no complaints. The results were perfect (and I am definitly her mother!) and that is all that counts. I guess somewhere inside I know that Maverick, the little malformed prick, will come back into my life somehow to make things go awry. If I don't let him I should be safe, but the truth is, I don't trust him. Not one iota.
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 1343HR. COMMENT.
MOVIES:
I am too easily freaked out some days when it comes to films. It seems the crappier, and perhaps older, the film, the more freaked I get. Or perhaps it could have something to do with the extreme gore in some of those films. especially Wes Craven films! I am currently watching the gruesome film Wishmaster, starring Tammy Lauren and Andrew Divoff. Apparently it was only made in 1997, so there goes my theory that it is the older the film the more it creeps me out.
Okay, so it is the gross-ness factor and being that it is nighttime that contributes to the eerieness. I have to admit, this is a typical Craven film- gorey, gorey, and even gorier. I am reluctant to ever wish for anything ever again or believe in Genies! I have one major problem a few problems with it. I will give away the ending here. I don't understand why, for her second wish, she didn't just wish that he had been banished to the stone forever without hope of release. That makes sense, no? Just word it so perfectly that he can't back out of it.
The second major plot hole is the fact that is she wished for something in the past to happen then the future cannot happen and then she can't wish for that not to happen. Get me? Think Terminator 3, though I have not seen it as of yet.
So, I also watched Bring It On for like, the second time, mainly to see girls prancing around in short skirts. No, kidding, I remember it being good. Perhaps I was drunk? I do not find Kirsten Dunst's body attractive and I don't udnerstand why they didn't just choose some people who could actually do cheers, as opposed to Eliza Dushku becuase it wouldn't have made much difference to star credibility. What I mean by that is she is not all that well known except for playing Faith in the (sadly missed) Buffy and in general, any other person, known or not, would have filled the role fine!
It is good for a lighthearted romp, which is what I need right now. I was just looking through the other films hoping to watch something light, something Tuck Everlasting-ish, only to find that I seem to have hired nothing but horror! What is up with that? Looks ike I willl have to rely on television with providing me the sustanance that I require. To my suprise, oh, there is the delightfully pathetic, albeit light hearted, Runaway Bride Oh yes, so excited.
Cheers and merry be!
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 2217HR. COMMENT.
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