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last night i was having absolutely horrible dreams. one of them was so
bad, but I knew I was dreaming and i wanted to wake up so terribly. once i
finally did, i could hardly get back to sleep. but i felt instantly
relieved.

so apparently mike got up this morning to go to the bathroom, and guess
who was in there waiting for him? snickers! even though we put her in a
locked cage before we go to sleep. it's possible that mike forgot to lock
the cage after closing the door, of course. or maybe during my fitful
sleep i got up and opened the door (i don't know why i would do that, but
it's totally possible). or, as mike suggested, we have a ghost who is very
rabbit-friendly. and snickers was really freaked out when he discovered
her in the bathroom and took off like a rocket.

of course i'm sure we don't have a ghost, right? except now i'm a little
freaked out about that. and, if you've ever lived with me, you know i
believe every building ever is haunted. and i have a tendency to convince
other people that homes are haunted. but mike is trying to convince me
now. and it's totally working. so yeah i'm creeped out.

even i came home from the grocery store (and we had been almost out of
toilet paper) and there was a whole new roll of TP in the bathroom. my
first thought was not "oh, mike must have found another roll of TP and put
it up here before he left for work." instead it was "oh god this is ghost
toilet paper..."

then i couldn't decide if that was scary. it might be awesome to have a
ghost who just puts TP on the roll when we're out. ghosts don't *have* to
be scary. and it's better than having a ghost who uses all the toilet
paper....maybe it'll pay our bills too.

yeah you pretty much need to download a 30-second sample of kevin
federline's (or as i call him,k-fed) new single "popozao"

http://www.uploading.com/?get=66KOJIUK

it's utterly forgettable.

take me to see the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. please.

mike and i got netflix and i like smacktalking on crappy movies,
which are high on our list of things to check out. so here ya go.

don't rent and watch gus van sant's "last days", based "loosely" on gus
van sant's ideas of kurt cobain's last days, which apparently consisted of him
stumbling around, muttering sub-vocally, walking interminably through the
woods, building a fire (i'm fairly sure cobain *never* built a fire and
probably had no idea how to), and eating cocoa puffs in a disgustingly
filthy kitchen while smoking a cigarette.

my score for this film: SUCK!

if kurt's life was as boring as this movie was, i can understand why he
shot himself in the face. i want that hour and a half of my life back! but
i only have myself to blame, as i should have figured out that i don't
like watching people walk around slowly for two hours after seeing the
snoozefest "elephant". you can call gus van sant "artistic" if you want.
just because something is artistic doesn't mean it can't suck. which is
exactly what this movie does. and i question the "artistic" argument too.

not a movie expert, but i know what bores the hell out of me.

up next: "harold and kumar go to white castle" which mike wanted to see,
and i quote, because he wants to support asian-american actors in
non-stereotypical roles. i think it probably is more because it looks like
it might have boobs in it. but he know's i'll buy that asian-american
crap.

my wiki widget

i'm learning everything about everything.

i'm taking a poll:

do you trust wikipedia better or encylopaedia brittanica?

mike and i were talking about it, and I think I trust the concensus of a
lot of people better than an "authority" with a "published book" and stuff
like that.

i got the second season of roseanne from mike for christmas and well let's
just say i've pretty much watched a LOT of it. and my mom gave me an
*incredibly frustrating* bicycle puzzle that i've been working on.

and a really awesome drum machine and a food processor. both of which I
wanted. oh yeah and a long long guitar cord with a lifetime guarantee. now
if i mess up, i can blame the cord and send it back in for a refund!

oh heeeeeee, i'm only kidding. i never mess up.

okay i gotta get on with my bad self. sorry that's a crappy update.

xo

this is just so you all don't have to look at the same title anymore. that
is probably getting really annoying and boring. i'm going to update later
today, since our phone line was screwed up and just got turned back on.
not because of not paying it either! this one totally wasn't our fault!!

so yeah i'll write more later.

mike's brother, mike, and i went last night to see walk the line. it was
good. if you're at all interested in johnny cash or june carter or music
or anything, i would recommend it. it's superintense though. highly
recommended. but with the crappiest elvis i've ever seen. you know, just
as a warning.

So after the movie when mike and i walked back to our car, there was a
hummer (of course, it's always hummers) parked next to us. it was there
when we got there. i looked over at it to see the saddest pair of eyes
staring at me out of the drivers seat. a dog! someone left a dog. in their
hummer. for three hours (at least) while they saw a movie. did i mention
it was like 10 degrees last night? so then mike told the parking attendant
lady and looked in the car. the people came running back (because they saw
a sketchy looking hippie guy looking in their windows) to the car, and i
gave them the "i can't believe what an effin' yuppie you are" head shake
with eyetears. and they drove away.

anyway that was weird too. the intense movie and the sad puppy made for an
emotionally exhausting evening.

and yeah, this:

is also sort of freaking me out.

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I'm
a Gryffindor!

is it gone now?

god the internet is such a nasty place sometimes.