tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51433462011-07-18T14:39:30.349-07:00We put the "blah" in blog.Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.comBlogger1941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1100469400008432792004-11-14T13:55:00.000-08:002004-11-14T13:56:40.006-08:00

Come here. It's, well, just easier. Not as easy on the eyes, though, but I plan to change that. ::shrug::

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1093023288194378002004-08-20T10:32:00.000-07:002004-08-20T10:35:51.333-07:00

Turns out life wants to kick a doozy of a hacky sack into my face. The past three days have been nothing but combinations of "what the..." to "oh, my goodness." And that's an "o, mg" in a negative sense. I should probably sum this up in a rather un-me-like fashion. I've been weaning myself off of FFXI slowly and trying to get to bed by one -- I know that some may consider this to be quite late,

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1091436032986161372004-08-02T01:39:00.000-07:002004-08-02T01:40:32.986-07:00

I can't sleep. It's probably due to the fact that I haven't been getting to bed until close to three for the past two nights. It's really going to mess with me soon, I just know it. I've been incredibly social (for me) the past two weeks. First, a dinner date with daYooper, Pasha, and the Maester; then yesterday (it's still dark, so it's still "yesterday" to me) a quickie with Jam, Jam's girl

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1090367889351714582004-07-20T16:35:00.000-07:002004-07-20T16:58:09.353-07:00

Dearest EVERYONE WHO READS THIS... (I'm a subtle one, aren't I?) I would very much like to go to PAX this year, but am not really sure if I want to go alone. Anyone want to form a not-so-angry mob and storm PAX with our awesomeness? I'm half-tempted to get peej to come, if only for a shot at the Omegathon's prize... the OMEGA COLLECTION. You know you want to go. Now just clear your

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1090366024202939152004-07-20T16:26:00.000-07:002004-07-20T16:28:05.306-07:00

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1089669355299115292004-07-12T14:54:00.000-07:002004-07-12T14:56:11.006-07:00

I don't know if it's part of some obsessive nature of mine, but I find music almost as necessary as writing. Almost. When people put up memes on what would be on your life's soundtrack, I find myself stopping at the fourth or fifth CD, because a month -- hell, a moment needs at least four or five songs to sum up the feeling. And then there's the tendency to put only songs that you like...

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1088677414127050502004-07-01T03:07:00.000-07:002004-07-01T03:23:34.126-07:00

Other than my musing over the origin of the MooLatte, and my postcard obsession, I don't know much else to write about. Lor's birthday is coming up this weekend. I'm going to try and commandeer the digital camera for the event, so maybe I'll have some pictures up. We're taking her to the Seattle Aquarium, and then on this Friday and Sunday she'll be having family birthday parties. Other than

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1088124397473229542004-06-24T17:32:00.000-07:002004-06-24T17:46:37.473-07:00

If I were to make the ultimate mix tape, you know what many of the songs would have in common? Melancholy minor chords. Many dissonant. You would think that I'd have grown out of that by now, seeing that I left the -teen behind about three years ago, but I think that some things in life will never change. Such is the state of my Ultimately (Depressing) Vocal Mix Tape. Brutal, yet honest. [

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1087540890926948802004-06-17T23:30:00.000-07:002004-06-17T23:41:56.233-07:00

Dear Sir and Madam, If you don't want to read about me complaining about my uterus, please stop now and forever hold your peace. I hate my uterus right now. As you could probably guess, I am currently living through what many call their "time of the month." Thing is, this is the first time this has happened in four months, so I'm not sure if I should call it the "tri-annual" or what. I do

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1086658231687802382004-06-07T18:15:00.000-07:002004-06-07T18:30:40.166-07:00

So... yeah. Camping was good, except for the fact that I was horribly ill for most of the trip. My voice was gone, and when it was there it was cracking like a twelve year old boy attempting to manage through puberty. Ah, awkward puberty. Glad that's done for. ... Tsao spontaneously came by after the other day. I have to pay rent to live with my parents, and Tsao has never had to. Upon

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1085687614595416772004-05-27T11:54:00.000-07:002004-05-27T12:53:34.596-07:00

I'm so sick. PJ's mom was doctoring this morning, so that was nice. She's got one hell of a couch-side manner. Oh, and I updated the splash page for spiralnotebook.net. I also took inventory of all the games that peej and I own... 174 games. (We just bought Soul Calibur 2 yesterday for $20.) Go to this page if you're curious to see what "the library" contains. Eh, I'm feeling like a shower is

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1085341580125709202004-05-23T11:39:00.000-07:002004-05-23T12:46:20.126-07:00

My nose has been really stuffy lately. This better not continue through the camping trip. ... Camping! Woo! Camping! Yeah! ... So, yeah. We're looking into a camper right now, so that way we can rough it more often. (Although I don't consider having a camper "roughing it"... but whatever.) I'm looking forward to three nice and sunny days, and one partly cloudy day with some warm rain. I

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1085186564096892222004-05-21T17:34:00.000-07:002004-05-21T17:42:44.096-07:00

Someone asked me what my "type" was. After seriously pondering a "serif, depending on the format" answer (and actually changing the subject), I've finally come up with my answer. My types are whom someone might visually classify as nerd. Average height, kinda soft, glasses are DEFINITELY a plus. For example, Dave Willis (creator of It's Walky) is visually attractive to me. Rivers Cuomo of

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1085033782733519362004-05-19T22:35:00.000-07:002004-05-19T23:16:53.756-07:00

Just watched a story on KING5 News (I'm usually a KOMO girl, but whatever) that totally spoke to me. Apparently, parents are in an uproar about the Bellevue School District pushing kids to take at least four Advanced Placement exams before their high school graduation, and that the workload on the kids is burning them out and subsequently ruining their chances at getting into good colleges. [If

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1084825025540634372004-05-17T13:10:00.000-07:002004-05-17T13:17:05.540-07:00

IT HAS BEEN CALCULATED THAT IF EVERYONE IN THE UNITED STATES DID NOT PURCHASE A DROP OF GASOLINE FOR ONE DAY AND ALL AT THE SAME TIME, THE OIL COMPANIES WOULD CHOKE ON THEIR STOCKPILES. AT THE SAME TIME IT WOULD HIT THE ENTIRE INDUSTRY WITH A NET LOSS OF OVER 4.6 BILLION DOLLARS WHICH AFFECTS THE BOTTOM LINES OF THE OIL COMPANIES. THEREFORE MAY 19TH HAS BEEN FORMALLY DECLARED "STICK IT TO THEM

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1084752114259911552004-05-16T16:41:00.000-07:002004-05-16T17:04:25.860-07:00

... with my striped black-and-gray shirt. Problem is, pirates are trendy, but they're cool, but I don't want to be trendy... aaugh. Went out shopping yesterday with peej... he gave me quite the clothing allowance, but I chose not to spend all of it. I really wanted a denim skirt, but he's the world's biggest hater of the skirted jean so I appeased him. Once I find a job, though, the denim WILL

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1084483846836041682004-05-13T14:30:00.000-07:002004-05-13T15:13:09.666-07:00

I tried that meme where they said to look up your name via Google Picture Search... and this is what came up. heh. "As savage as the beasts that raised her..." 

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1084470460856211642004-05-13T10:28:00.000-07:002004-05-13T10:47:40.856-07:00

I didn't get Joseph to his field trip (couldn't find Huntamer Park for the life of me), had a fight with my haircut, a last-minute change of plans, and peej didn't get me anything... ... so why is this the best I've felt about a birthday in a long time? (I just saw the new Blogger templates, and you'll probably be seeing the new one while reading this. If this doesn't embody dot dot dot to a

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1084390103776348382004-05-12T12:14:00.000-07:002004-05-12T12:29:24.943-07:00

mmhmm.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1084322166247556892004-05-11T17:34:00.000-07:002004-05-11T17:36:06.246-07:00

I can't believe that today is the last day of my early 20s. Life is passing by me so fast, and the sad thing is that I don't know where a lot of it went. Yes, a great deal of it went to Lor... but that's been only three-ish years (I count the awareness of the pregnancy time). You could say that my life truly started at that moment, but that's still twenty-something years that I put to waste.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1084137807723656832004-05-09T14:23:00.000-07:002004-05-09T14:26:43.966-07:00

I've been thinking. I've never really thought of myself as a "nice person"; in fact, I'm a very unreliable person. I'm flighty, finnicky, faulty at best. I don't call and don't expect to be called -- if it wasn't for the fact that I have a brother, people would assume that I was an only child due to my disposition. I like to be alone, doing alone people things. But at times I crave

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1083317402356477452004-04-30T02:30:00.000-07:002004-04-30T02:38:05.496-07:00

So, my mother calls me at peej's house, right? She's freaking out because there's something in my room. She asked me, "Did you bring something ALIVE home with you?" I said no over and over again, but she kept on insisting that I must've, and that it was now scratching at the door. I asked her if it could've been just a rat, but I was promptly told that it was the size of a kitten, and that

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1083090924916309032004-04-27T11:35:00.000-07:002004-04-27T11:38:28.920-07:00

I don't normally buy into this kind of meme, but... hm. I bolded everything I agreed with, because I'm just a sucker like that. ============ Your Birthpath / Inner Potential of: May 12, 1981 Your potential is of the highest, visionary level; your purpose is to be a leader and teacher, inspiring and instructing others. You must first learn to control your emotions, develop your intellect, seek

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1082663733620640612004-04-22T12:55:00.000-07:002004-04-22T16:42:09.170-07:00

They say that bad luck comes in threes. I'm waiting for good ol' number three to roll around right about now. So, made plans with the Maester to go see him in Sea-town, right? He was free (amazingly -- I was shocked to hear him say that) and PJ offered to watch Lor. We were going to go to Northgate Mall for some clearance shopping, and then hang out in various forms. I hadn't seen him in

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1082577812089084262004-04-21T13:03:00.000-07:002004-04-21T13:06:30.560-07:00

hm. I don't think I'm getting called back about the job. I guess an hour-long interview is standard for the place. :S ... I feel guilty for neglecting the blog, but something else has entered our lives, sweeping us off and away into some faraway magical pretend-land. Yes, we've been playing FFXI. It's addicting, and it's easy for me to become addicted to something. I had the feeling that

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1082333473323928192004-04-18T17:11:00.000-07:002004-04-18T17:14:08.856-07:00

Well, the keyboard is back to normal, as am I. As much normal as to be expected, anyway. I went on a job interview Thursday for a position at Wind Up Here. It's a local toy store, situated right in the heart of downtown. The location is potentially dangerous -- with Des Colores (books), Applebaum's (string instruments), and the Center (concerts), there is a good chance that I may not

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1081723392418396712004-04-11T15:43:00.000-07:002004-04-11T15:46:00.560-07:00

Whenever I set my mind to upda4ting, something a4lwa444ys eludes me, or makes me put it off. Usua4lly, it's the fa4ct that4 I real4ly don't know what4 to write a4bout... odd, since I consid4er myself to be a 4writer a4bove everything else. Right now, it's becau4se the da4mned wireless keyboar4d is screwing with me a4nd inserting ra4ndom 4s whenever I hit the keys. Gotta4 love the technology of

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1081152191883841532004-04-05T01:03:00.000-07:002004-04-05T01:05:53.780-07:00

Okay. Life seems very confusing right now for the onlookers. Anyway... I've got my high-speed connection now, so with my two months of free streaming radio goodness (which equals two months of me writing and rewriting minidisc playlists) I need some listening ideas. What composers have I forgot about in my days of "classical" lackage? What innovative/up-and-coming/came, but I didn't notice

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1080846325909145342004-04-01T11:05:00.000-08:002004-04-01T11:08:04.216-08:00

Here I am, moping over being sick and how my computer's on the fritz, generally feeling sorry for myself. You know, like a stuffy nose and a hoarse voice rank as the worst things someone can experience. I guess misery is relative, then, because after reading some of my friends' blogs I'm feeling like I'm crying vicariously through them. And I am. It's freakin' April. Time for spring, time

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1080521526734477722004-03-28T16:52:00.000-08:002004-03-28T16:54:41.403-08:00

I found this in my old bedroom (because Lor and I are shacking up in my brother's old room -- long story). It was all folded up in sixths and in its dot-matrixy goodness. If there ever was anything that just screamed "!!meme!!" this was it. I'll try to recreate it, word for word, spacing and all. (Note: since the printout itself seemed to omit any use of a lower-case symbol, I'll spare you

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1080195919844395282004-03-24T22:25:00.000-08:002004-03-24T22:27:50.436-08:00

Okay. A little bit of help here? I've been wanting to move the blog over to Movable Type for a while now, but honestly have no idea what I would be doing as far as installation. I'm totally just lost when I read... and read... and reread the site. My goal: to move off of Blogger and LiveJournal completely (while still posting in the latter, if only for the networking) and just have a nice,

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1079989456955837892004-03-22T13:04:00.000-08:002004-03-22T14:35:58.890-08:00

I started playing the violin when I was in the first grade. I had seen my cousin Jamie play when I visited her in New Mexico and the image stuck with me. At first, we rented an instrument and I was able to get my own violin in the sixth grade. It had a decent scratch on the back and wasn't intended to be for anyone who was seriously pursuing a career in music. No matter how many times a

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1079736552410879632004-03-19T14:49:00.000-08:002004-03-20T11:58:06.920-08:00

| Sun | Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat | ------------------------------------------------- morn | XFX | XFX | XFX | (2) | | XPX | XPX | noon | XFX | XFX | | (3) | | XPX | XPX | nigh | XFX | XFX | (1) | | | XPX | XPX | F = family: My parents are taking their very first by-themselves vacation since, well, Joseph was born!! I've been waiting for this forever... but

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1079644071275956762004-03-18T13:07:00.000-08:002004-03-18T13:10:15.653-08:00

To be added to my wish list (i.e. "Honey, buy this for me!" list): (I really do have one of these lists in my head -- I'll just never tell Honey, or else I may actually own some of these items soon.) -- this skirt -- this bag (I found it, L1!!) as well as a bunch of other stuff on the site (go hometown!) -- this shirt (okay, I'll stop posting about this site -- but I love cowel necked shirts!) -

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1079565767053984132004-03-17T15:22:00.000-08:002004-03-17T15:26:32.733-08:00

I was wondering if anyone else felt this way. Never again. (via del.icio.us)

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1079465970085183462004-03-16T11:39:00.000-08:002004-03-16T11:41:51.950-08:00

The fam was in the car, driving to Target (because when you have to get out of the house, where else do you go? :| ). Somehow, the subject of teenagers came up and peej declared that he hated them. Upon being asked why, he said that it was because they were stupid. I said that to some extent, I feel very distant from today's batch of teens, but I didn't hate them for their stupidity; actually,

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1079335600564044672004-03-14T23:26:00.000-08:002004-03-14T23:29:01.216-08:00

In response to daYooper's current entry (titled "Remembering"): I think that the purpose of friendship has more of an immediate effect than that of a long-term. Realistically, most friendships probably will not be long term -- the people who may know you inside and out at one point in your life go away, and then in that time you become a new person. But the purpose of a friendship must be to

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1078994166589094662004-03-11T00:36:00.000-08:002004-03-11T00:38:23.060-08:00

Wow. I'm not getting any sleep, but oh well. 'Tis the sacrifice I make for... well, whatever. I can't believe the past three days. I've been called upon to watch my cousin Abigail in the afternoons -- puts a hamper on my schedule, but it's family and family comes first, eh? She gets dropped off by my aunt at ten before noon and then my uncle picks her up around five o'clock. The first two

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1078909604182853862004-03-10T01:06:00.000-08:002004-03-10T01:09:00.076-08:00

Okay. Not much more that I feel like typing. Call it a case of the blogging lazies. But I've been working on a new layout today! Any opinions?

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1078652805655192122004-03-07T01:46:00.000-08:002004-03-07T01:48:58.060-08:00

I'm too tired to type all that's happened out... and ironically, I *did* update about my dad's ceremony and other things on Tuesday, but Blogger ate it. I think I have it on WordPad, but I don't feel like writing it all out. Sucks for you. In summary of this week's cool things: L1 came down and we hung out with Tsao and Rain (Tsao's little sister). Oh, and peej thinks that I have a cute

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1078277257262356102004-03-02T17:27:00.000-08:002004-03-02T17:29:45.560-08:00

Wow! I'm, like, a freakin' psychic or something! For example: I'll write more tomorrow (which means I'll wait until Tuesday) And what day is today? Oh, yeah... ======= The awards ceremony on Friday was wonderful. I can't say that I've ever been prouder of my dad; see, all the things he did while in the Air Force were good and all, but his work as a deputy I understand. I don't get

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1078040617592444582004-02-28T23:43:00.000-08:002004-02-28T23:45:42.903-08:00

This weekend rawked. Yes, I can't believe I wrote that, either. I'll write more tomorrow (which means I'll wait until Tuesday), but if you want to go to my moblog I have some new pictures up from my dad's thingy on Friday. Unfortunately, I don't have any on the dreamy comedian from Thursday night... which I'm sure peej's not too bummed about. ::wink:: In case I don't get to fixing the

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1077836144778494942004-02-26T14:55:00.000-08:002004-02-26T15:01:52.873-08:00

Stupid City of Lacey. My mother got a speeding ticket, and when this really should feel like her fault I feel like pummeling whomever decided that Martin Way should now be 40 MPH instead of the perfectly paced 50. It's a double-laned road (with a center lane, even!), and there're sidewalks and lights and aaaugh!!! Apparently it's been like that for three weeks, and everyone has just been lucky

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1077653433346365082004-02-24T12:10:00.000-08:002004-02-24T12:30:47.186-08:00

My loverly Lorelei is going through two phases at once, and I didn't really realize how annoying that that could be. The first one is "no". She's realized that, to some extent, I let her make a lot of her own decisions, so she's decided that "no" or "No no" or "NONONONONONO" will be her default answer to everything. Even if she means yes. The other one is "mine". Whenever you take

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1077524754725144902004-02-23T00:25:00.000-08:002004-02-23T00:27:54.340-08:00

We were all driving around yesterday, the epitome of today's suburban family. peej and I were in the front seat, and Lor was sitting in the back seat with big dog Toby. After going to one of Tumwater's city parks (the one inbetween ye olde brewery and Capitol Lake), we jsut started cruising and found ourselves driving by ye olde capital building. You know how being at some places or seeing

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1077183705662317012004-02-19T01:41:00.000-08:002004-02-19T01:43:41.123-08:00

In case you didn't know (and people probably don't), I just made myself a livejournal. Mainly for commenting, really, but I'll probably end up just writing about video games there. Reviews, impressions, whatnot. So, I basically have a life-blog and a game-blog. ... Wow, I can't believe how lame I am.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1076963722163394042004-02-16T12:35:00.000-08:002004-02-16T12:37:32.216-08:00

My dad, the one and only (well, he'd better be), was named the Deputy of the Year for the Pierce County Sheriff's Department. Freakin' of the Year. And he's the only one -- this isn't some "we give this award to the the top ninety percent of the department" thing. He's the only one. There's a ceremony on the 27th. I am so vying for a seat in the house, and when I do get my seat I'm going to

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1076617145027107862004-02-12T12:19:00.000-08:002004-02-12T12:21:13.060-08:00

Am I supposed to hate Canadians? Am I violating some sacred American-Canadian tradition that deems it unnecessary to find people of the other nationality (that's the best word I could come up with, other than "culture") worth a damn? I don't mind them -- I like all of the Canadians I've met. Well, except for that one woman who laughed at Tsao when she was trying to parallel park in Victoria.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075969491999875992004-02-05T00:24:00.000-08:002004-02-05T00:26:33.513-08:00

thoughts. randomness seeping through my brain like a sieve, but more like a funnel. things happen. you live, and then you realize that there's really nothing you can do but go along for the ride. everything's a paradox -- a riddle, of sorts -- that just won't get solved. random guessing won't help, unless eh. there is no "unless" freewriting is like falling, because the words just keep coming

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075968801981944032004-02-05T00:13:00.000-08:002004-02-05T00:15:03.640-08:00

(sigh) I come to the table, with all these things I wanted to say... ... and then I forget them. Is this so-called "social anxiety" that people (a.k.a. peej) think I have manifesting itself in my blog? And if so, do you know on what level of suckage that ranks on? Must be pretty high up there.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075888560376881872004-02-04T01:56:00.000-08:002004-02-04T01:57:40.546-08:00

Okay, so I normally wouldn't do something like this on my blog, or on the message boards in general, but I think it was the fact that it was closed and therefore inaccessible that made it all the more appealing. So, if you want to spare yourself, just go here instead. Especially if you don't like video games, and Final Fantasy in particular. ======= THE UNOFFICIAL, AND THEREFORE UNIMPORTANT

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075792079936956072004-02-02T23:07:00.000-08:002004-02-02T23:21:55.810-08:00

Found a blog. I guess that the idea of an attractive, young woman that wears revealing clothing can sucker in even those who generally don't care for people who wear things like that. (Although I do own a skirt from them... I can't help it if it was calling to me from the window.) I think I was expecting something along the lines of self-involvement and netspeak. We all can be wrong sometimes

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075413479625840412004-01-29T13:57:00.000-08:002004-01-29T13:59:35.076-08:00

It looks like I sound very awkward writing that title, eh? That's because I would never say anything like that. Really. I meant to write about this a while ago, but my cousin was crowned the 2004 Narcissus Queen this month in Hawaii. It's a big thing there in the Chinese community, with the whole thing coinciding with the New Year festivities and such. A small article is here, with her

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075363585074651432004-01-29T00:06:00.000-08:002004-01-29T00:11:55.390-08:00

I miss you. All of you. The ones I haven't seen in weeks, the ones I haven't seen in years, the ones I haven't even thought about in years. Yeah. Nostalgia bites a big one sometimes. WHY I MISS PEOPLE a summarized report on people I randomly (and not so randomly) miss as of, well, now daYooper You're wacky, zany, and a little off the charts... yet you're kind, and sensitive, and I swear

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075232186422974652004-01-27T11:36:00.000-08:002004-01-27T11:47:39.373-08:00

Oh, yes. My mother is relinquishing my cell phone and getting her own (along with my dad) today. Why did T-Mobile have to go piss her off for? It pretty much made getting a hold of me about ten times harder than it usually is (and it's not really easy to begin with). So, if you have an updated phone number that I need to replace in there -- basically, any number that I can't copy from one of

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075186580321449572004-01-26T22:56:00.000-08:002004-01-26T22:57:53.170-08:00

It would be nice to be free. It would be nice to have my own room in my own house. To be able to close a door without worrying when someone will just barge through it. To be able to write a check or call someone without being given *the eye*. There are times where I just want to walk out of here, towing my little girl behind me, and raise her the way I intend to. I'd like to hear my thoughts

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1075017823848039612004-01-25T00:03:00.000-08:002004-01-25T00:05:14.653-08:00

I guess I just didn't want the blog to get all moldy and stuff, but I really can't write right now. Must go and calm the chub down. I hope life is good for all (or at least a semblance of good for most)! Updating goodness tomorrow... hopefully!

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1074554837260047302004-01-19T15:27:00.000-08:002004-01-19T15:28:42.420-08:00

Oh, Mulls, my affection for you is supreme, so I paid tribute to your collective funk by... stealing list ideas from your livejournal. (Don't overwork yourself, my starving artist.) So, I realized that clicking on all tracks and hitting random meant that sometimes, I would get a lot of Elton John and/or REM in a row (along with a lot of They Might Be Giants -- I only have that one CD burnt so

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1074122017197562082004-01-14T15:13:00.000-08:002004-01-14T15:14:57.623-08:00

Let's just admit it and move on: Centering is just not good for some people. I am one of those people. I tried to have a nicely centered blog, but naaah. That, and I tried to center my text -- UGLY!! I guess I like a little bit of balance, too, but sometimes you can't have it all. I'm a girl with her text firmly aligned to the left. Habits are a hard thing to break (as are sentences, and

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1074111608813312222004-01-14T12:20:00.000-08:002004-01-14T12:21:29.030-08:00

It's funny -- when you put a piece of paper in front of me and I start writing, all of these things that I would not normally think about writing just start spilling all over. Ink and processed tree merge, mate to create this weird peephole into my brain. Let me tell you... what I see sometimes makes me really wonder about my sanity. As evidence... an excerpt from today's journal entry: I

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1074034642777729672004-01-13T14:57:00.000-08:002004-01-13T14:58:41.606-08:00

::screws mouth to side:: Yeah, I really didn't have anything to type in that particular moment, so I just did what I did. Whatever. Actually, a big "whatever" goes to me attempting to write an entry, mostly out of guilt. I'll try again later, when I actually feel semi-witty or something.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1073636660095358902004-01-09T00:24:00.000-08:002004-01-09T00:25:34.920-08:00

Things are good now. No need to worry. It's funny, because sometimes you think that life is hardest when you realize that you can't get out of living it -- but then you realize that living it is only half the fun.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1073164479077719012004-01-03T13:14:00.000-08:002004-01-03T13:15:48.530-08:00

definitive subtitle for the holiday weekend? "boring and craptacular. period." Remember the overscheduling that I was worrying about a couple of days ago (may've been more like a week -- (sigh))? Yeah, all for naught. L1 had a surprise visit from a family member, so she couldn't come down to make the cake with me. Scratch kitchen arrangement (which was almost a blessing in disguise, because

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1072849352644458682003-12-30T21:42:00.000-08:002003-12-30T21:43:38.076-08:00

So, the propane truck comes rumbling down the hill at the end of peej's private road. peej's mom tells us the truck is in the way, and that someone has to go move it (move it!! ::dances::) so the big truck can get down (get down!! ::dances::) the hill... and since peej was cooking breakfast I volunteered to brave the cold cold morning. For the greater good, of course. I'm in the truck, all

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1072663010853838682003-12-28T17:56:00.000-08:002003-12-30T16:12:07.436-08:00

I'm sitting here, waiting for my mother to get home so I can go to peej's for Sunday dinner with the fam. (sigh) I'm only online to register my copy of Double Dash!!, yet that's the only thing that I haven't done yet. I guess when you've been offline for a week, you find yourself in catch-up mode, eh? I guess I'm kind of nervous about the festivities that I'll have to partake in on New Year's

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1072232498576298052003-12-23T18:21:00.000-08:002003-12-23T18:25:50.716-08:00

If you're new to all this, you may need to start over from step one. In the afternoon, tM and I went out to shop for Christmas for his mother and for going-away for Krin. We went to Home Depot to get a pot and an amaryllis (sp?) bulb, and then decided on Fred Meyer for a plant dolly and some DVDs for Krin. While we were in Electronics, some tall guy stood out to me for some reason. Don't ask

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1072217148477622992003-12-23T14:05:00.000-08:002003-12-23T18:23:51.653-08:00

My life...is. Okay. Went to Alumni Day with Jam. It was pretty lame, and no, you didn't miss out on anything. Well, except for finding out about the ten-year celebration that the school is planning for the alumni. Nobody from our graduating class was there -- it was mostly the younger folk. I was actually surprised that a couple of the faculty remembered me, but I'm sure that the name tag

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1071793190181383782003-12-18T16:19:00.000-08:002003-12-18T16:20:43.873-08:00

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1071781975517229612003-12-18T13:12:00.000-08:002003-12-18T13:13:49.216-08:00

I just heard Celine Dion sing this on a car commercial. Did she not want to sound like Alanis or something, so she added an -al to the end of her statement? "Isn't it ironical?" I may be mistaken, but that is definitely not a word. Making up words is cool and all, but I'm going to have to put that in the "never going to say" box, tucked neatly next to anything ending in -izzle that originated

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1071688052557373872003-12-17T11:07:00.000-08:002003-12-17T11:08:25.200-08:00

I'm finding that it's hard to blog when my mind is constantly... elsewhere. Finally, a crop of jobs, er, crop up and I'm fiddling around with cover letters and resumes and cute paper. Living at home can be, paraphrasing the Beastie Boys, such a drag. A lack of food to suit my sometimes-finicky palate has made me start to subsist on chicken-salad sandwiches and lots of glasses of water.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1070928292869386842003-12-08T16:04:00.000-08:002003-12-08T16:14:19.153-08:00

Ah, the job application. How your description is so inviting, yet the stress that the actual *applying* for... it's so cold, like an ice queen at a football game. (Not that I've actually encountered an ice queen at one, but I know that the cold is pretty damn horrible at one... or at least at a high school one, but isn't that horrible enough as is?) It's been an interesting week. A

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1069975678388947962003-11-27T15:27:00.000-08:002003-11-27T15:28:31.200-08:00

So, yeah. And I'm almost done with the interim design. Will have that up by Tuesday. Almost done packing, too. Going to take up more than enough of my weekend. I hope that all that are not home find a way to enjoy the non-family thanks, and that those who are home don't get driven too crazy by their respective families. They have a way of doing that, families do. Moblogging now in progress.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1069717964080621342003-11-25T13:05:00.000-08:002003-11-25T13:05:06.343-08:00

It's already the 25th, and we're not even close to being out of the apartment. I guess it's good, then, that I put the 30th as our official move-out day, eh? The bedroom holds just Lor's crib (which is not in use), my dresser, and a whole lotta dirty clothes. I ran out of detergent on Saturday, and peej forgot to pick some up from work. This results in a pile of clothes consuming the carpet.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1069573058869936622003-11-23T00:11:00.000-08:002003-11-23T00:12:50.670-08:00

There's not much I want in this world. Unfortunately, a lot of good music is one thing that I want that I also lack. Besides my (completely legal!) collection of REM and Elton John works, there are a lot of things I'd like to be listening to right now. Hmsers. And, just as a warning, none of this includes the Masterworks of Hilary Duff, budding "songstress" that she is. She doesn't even

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1069017781937423592003-11-19T21:03:00.000-08:002003-11-19T21:08:11.186-08:00

I've been in a pretty good mood in the past week, even with the lack of blogging and whatnot. My cell phone has been dead for much of the time (hence, no moblog/audblog) and I've been getting reacquainted with my laptop (no web time). I called AOL and asked them not to rip me off anymore, and found in the process the perfect way to explain away your deactivation with the least begging/offering

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1068879749251424682003-11-14T23:15:00.000-08:002003-11-14T23:15:49.216-08:00

I'm sitting behind Matt's couch right now, and the TV is turned up soooooo loud. The boys are playing The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (and on a shiny sticker, it says "OFFICIAL MOVIE EDITION") and its epic-y music is just filling every square inch of the living room. (sigh) What I would give to be listening to Gitaroo-Man right now... heh. Their mission has failed. heh. I'm

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1068672268204377192003-11-12T13:24:00.000-08:002003-11-12T13:24:25.543-08:00

So. I'm getting my first credit card today, which I'm going to use for getting some khakis and dark shoes for work. No sneakers for retail!! That's, like, a sin or something. I almost typed "shin" instead, which would only be marginally more hilarious. hm. I hate the fact that you need credit to get credit. I mean, ::shrug::? I guess this would tie in with the whole schooling conversation

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1068264031605513222003-11-07T20:00:00.000-08:002003-11-07T20:00:29.846-08:00

If you watch someone who's playing with the EyeToy but not pay attention to the telly, they look pretty certifiable. Really. As much as I wanted to be cynical and whatnot, I believe that the EyeToy is one of the most innovative things to happen to gaming in a long time. I mean, the only place where you could find technology like this would be in the arcades, and nobody goes to those anymore.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1068073205652761892003-11-05T15:02:00.000-08:002003-11-05T15:02:57.803-08:00

Things are looking up... Best Buy called back and offered me the job. I took it, knowing deep down that I'm still going to apply at the NVN. L1 called me last night and among other things, she urged me to apply for the job as well. (sigh) She also told me to get a hold of my newspaper advisor from ol' yonder times... which would require me rising above my bruised ego. I mean, he expected a

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1067930463463577372003-11-03T23:21:00.000-08:002003-11-03T23:21:01.930-08:00

"Here lies Umi's hopes and dreams" heh. Things are going all wrong. The computer's broken, my tablet's broken. The job that I thought I had looks as if it's falling through. To top it all off, with the moving out business, I think my heart's breaking as well. I know that this really isn't what you were looking for within an update, but believe me, you'll hear more from me audblogging and

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1067905140264151552003-11-03T16:19:00.000-08:002003-11-03T22:21:52.396-08:00

dude... My computer's broken. It's going bye bye tomorrow. Check the audblog or moblog for updates.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1067541824389987792003-10-30T12:39:00.000-08:002003-10-30T12:39:55.080-08:00

Yup. It's decided. We're moving out. We've been waffling with the idea for a couple of months now, but the whole "I have a job now" thing kind of makes the decision for us. I can't drive him to/from work if I *am* at work. He needs a car. I need a job. We need to save some money for a down payment for a house. We need to move out. This has understandably made me a little down the past

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1067380762427457572003-10-28T14:39:00.000-08:002003-10-28T14:39:21.590-08:00

Well, seems that my camera phone is good for something, eh? Well, unlike that darn Pix Place, where they feel the need to log me off after every click of the mouse. I can't save my pictures on my computer. Darn you, Verizon. I have a job interview today, but the whole day I've been thinking about this paginator/ad designer position at the Nisqually Valley News. The last time I sent in stuff,

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1067309495742162442003-10-27T18:51:00.000-08:002003-10-27T18:51:35.470-08:00

This is me, half-assing another entry... ... but at least you got to look at something different! You know, speaking of "looking" and "something different"... mwahahahaha. I'm conquering yet another realm of bloggage. umilicious.textamerica.com

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1067187650741093952003-10-26T09:00:00.000-08:002003-10-27T18:52:02.860-08:00

1) Mrs. Jett. She was a really nice lady -- I just hated physics and the ilk. That, and I just wanted to skip way too much. Oh, and the fact that she couldn't tell L1 and I apart for the life of her. We'd always sit at the one spot in the class that she'd look at when she needed a random place to make eye contact, and it was just really odd. heh, I remember the whole skipping thing, Jam, and

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1067123712870103812003-10-26T08:14:00.000-08:002003-10-26T09:05:54.980-08:00

I bought three games this week. I feel... greedy. Or something. And it's not like I buy games for myself all that often, you know. That's probably what makes me feel even guiltier. Woo for that. Anyway... I finally got Frequency and Color Quest (I *refuse* to call it Magic Pengel!!). At twenty dollars a pop, how could I resist it? I've been wanting Frequency for a year-ish now, and Magic.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1066771945107415692003-10-21T14:32:00.000-07:002003-10-21T14:38:18.276-07:00

::sings to tune of "Deck the Halls":: 'Tis the season for my gaming falalalalalalalala Interest in life is waning falalalalalalalala Xenosaga's just enormous falalalalalalalala And characters are really gorgeous falalalalalalalala Watching Gnosis torture mankind falalalalalalalala Is a fun way to pass the time falalalalalalalala Every friend will be a mourner falalalalalalalala 'cause FFX-2's

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1066684274474169472003-10-20T14:20:00.000-07:002003-10-20T14:20:47.063-07:00

1. Name five things in your refrigerator. -- Cal-C, a peach-mango flavored drink that touts "more calcium than a glass of milk!" Well, that's not an exact quote, it's what's off the top of my head... and I don't doubt that the drink has more calcium, since it has *skim milk* in the ingredient list. -- Two different kinds of mustard. Safeway brand deli-style and Beaver brand honey mustard. I

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1066427785213843962003-10-17T16:12:00.000-07:002003-10-17T16:12:58.663-07:00

(sigh) A week has passed (a week!) since I updated with a *real* entry. Lots of things have come and gone that have been blogworthy, and I still haven't found my way to the laptop or the 'rents' (how *does* one manage to abbreviate and pluralize without looking weird?) computer to write about them. By this point, I've probably forgotten about the bulk of them. Gotta love it, hm? While I'm

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1066321547142563452003-10-16T09:25:00.000-07:002003-10-17T09:18:22.973-07:00

Forget Campbell's -- THIS is "mm mmm good." ~~~~ p.s. I was trying to send a picture message from the cell phone to the blahg. Guess the link decided it didn't want to show up. blargh. More later, yo.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1065772797758158832003-10-10T01:50:00.000-07:002003-10-10T01:50:09.086-07:00

Well, other than posting some vacation pictures, I've been meaning to do a few Friday Fives lately. I wanted to do one last week, but totally forgot, and then remembered... well, now. But that's not important. I think. :S The Friday Five for last week is one I read before leaving the house on Saturday, and so I took pictures to go along with it. The other one... well, I guess it's *

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1065509922185722962003-10-07T00:15:00.000-07:002003-10-07T00:15:57.363-07:00

I have John Mayer's single stuck in my head. It's just one of those head-bopping, uplifting songs. It also uses the word "damn" very effectively. That, and Dido's "White Flag" along with "Low" by Cracker. If the latter doesn't sound familiar, it's probably because the song is somewhere between nine and seven years old. (If I had put the two numbers in the other order, I never would have

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1065227017848935702003-10-04T01:40:00.000-07:002003-10-04T22:28:45.290-07:00

I'm going to post today, since... well, I don't know how much I'll be on in the next week. peej is taking one week of well-deserved vacation, and I think I owe it to him to devote most of my time to family stuff. Now, it's not like I'm falling off the face of the earth... more like off of the face of the internet. Keen, eh? The ubiquitous rurisue has shed her blog's skin once again and redone

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1064961793814667452003-09-30T15:43:00.000-07:002003-09-30T15:43:13.393-07:00

I just read an article on cnn.com about a toddler surviving for three weeks on condiments and dry pasta because her mother didn't tell anyone she was still in the apartment. I think words fail to express how sick... how horrible this makes me feel. I try to imagine Lorelei sitting on my bed in the apartment, eating cat food and other crap, scared shitless about where her parents are. I can't

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1064901381823811292003-09-29T22:56:00.000-07:002003-09-29T22:57:01.360-07:00

Freakin' awesome, yo!! Freakin' *AWESOME*! I don't think that you can imagine how happy I am right now. Okay, it may all be a mistake, but even if it is (and I doubt that it is), TRU *owes* me anyway for the pre-marital strife that they caused me and my fiance. Anyway... So, I got three letters in the mail, right? All from Toys 'R' Us, and all looking completely identical from the outside.

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1064778708871546232003-09-28T13:13:00.000-07:002003-09-28T13:13:51.983-07:00

I forgot my cell phone at home yesterday, so it was on and depleting itself of its life force. Now it's just charging on the bookshelf. I'm feeling like I'm missing an arm... or worse, a controller. You know, for someone who totally adores her games, I don't play them all that often. I think it's because when I start playing, I find it really really hard to put down the controller. When I

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1064648179330074992003-09-27T01:16:00.000-07:002003-09-27T12:24:16.963-07:00

If it wasn't for the trusty cell phone's little info window, I would've went through the day thinking it was Saturday. mmhmm, yo. peej was off today, so we had some good old fashioned family time. :D I swear, one day off at a time is just not working for me -- I need at least two days with him so I can feel like I've had my fill of him. This morning, though, I thought I had reached my peak of

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1064388704758516272003-09-24T00:37:00.000-07:002003-09-24T13:46:56.333-07:00

I decided that, since peej was off with the old coworkers boozing it up and Lor was staying the night with my parents, I would go over to Lacey and try to catch Pasha before he left work. Well, I kinda missed him, so I decided that I would try to head him off at the pass and tried to get into the parking lot of the Wells Fargo Bank before he walked past it. I made the left turn before he was

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1064266714581490122003-09-22T15:17:00.000-07:002003-09-27T01:19:08.406-07:00

So, I played Super Mario Sunshine for a month straight. I neglected it afterwards, yes, but that was only because we were adding onto our vast collection at that point (oh, and because I'm not the only gamer in the house... darnit). At times, I let Joseph play it, but that was only because I had told him explicitly that he was not to delete my save with 50+ Shines. I bet you already know what

Luanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260383754616351100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143346.post-1064213822953941702003-09-22T00:35:00.000-07:002003-09-27T01:18:44.830-07:00

Did anyone else read my mind, knowing that I was singing in my head that 80's song where the guy sings in the chorus the search is over/you were with me all the while then realizing that the search really *isn't* over, but in fact is just beginning? I hate job searching. It's all fruitless, I tell you. The classifieds are brimming with false hope. I want to growl at all of the people who toy

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