4.30.2003
i had to post this . . . it's too funny.
to the blue haired angel:
soon one day
when we go to the brew and view
i will hold your hand...and maybe make out too..:-P
to bad we cant do it now,
so i gotta wait any how
but i dont care...
created at 10:21 PM
4.28.2003
i really should be working on my german vampire speech, but i'm not going to. not now anyway.
i've decided that i need to revamp my entire journal site. i may switch hosts and then again, i may just fix the template and colors...who knows.
vampires are very interesting things.
and i have nothing more to say right now.
created at 6:58 PM
4.27.2003
i beat yesterday's record: 11:22! By the time trev and i got to breakfast, it was 12:45.
today while trevor was on the phone with one of mom's friends, i was making cookies. while the phone was ringing, he decided to "sneak" some cookie dough. "whitney, i'm sneaking some cookie dough now." yeah trevor, ok. so he did. somewhere during the conversation, he stopped to let her get some words in. his eyes darted over to me and he got this mischievous grin. i glanced at him and he quickly put the cookie dough in his mouth and swallowed it just in time to answer the lady's question.
holy crap! i had a freakin' weird dream last night. i'm only going to write about it briefly because it was too complicated to write about in detail.
you know how people at art shows sometimes demonstrate the way they do their art? it was like that. i don't remember what this guy's art looked like, but he was demonstrating how he did it. first he got this woman, an assistant I suppose, and he sedated her from the neck down. i don't know how she still moved, but she did and she could feel nothing form the neck down. he told her to stand in front of a blank wall and she did so, standing there, face to the wall with her arms spread out. the artist stood back and threw a knife at her. he did this several times and it hit her in various places. she didn't flinch or cry out though because she was both sedated and used to it. the dream faded from there. there was more to it, but it's too vague to write about.
someone at church tonight was talking about the "christian art of presentation management." i know exactly what he means and it runs me crazy. unfortunately, as much as i hate it, i have my "inside me" and my "outside me." gosh, i mean, i hate hypocricy more than anything and then at the same time, i'm as bad as the next guy. i found something out the other day though.
when people accept my masks, it's a lot easier for me to take them off.
i read a quote the other day that i really liked:
" 'i never lie,' i said offhand. 'at least, not to those i don't love.' "
i havn't decided if i completely agree or completely disagree.
created at 8:37 PM
4.26.2003
wow. i slept until 10:45. that's a personal record.
trevor and i went to lake lure today to paddle around in our inflatable boat. when we got there, it started to rain, so we sat in the car to wait it out. while we were waiting, it suddenly began to hail. it wasn't big (about pea sized) but it was really loud. i was afraid that we were going to have to turn around and drive the half hour or forty-five minutes back home, but it cleared up and we got to paddle around after all.
while we were there, we decided that we'd paddle over to the ruins. now i must explain what the ruins are. there is a place about a leisurely thirty minutes paddle away from where we put the boat in that has the ruins of four or five old stone houses. i don't know how old the houses are, why they were there or why the hidden neighborhood surrounding it doesn't tear them all the way down. there are stone walls that still stand on some of them and some of them are just a foundation and a chimney. it's very interesting. so we went to the ruins and began to walk around. we decided to make up a story for every ruin that was there. we ate different parts of our lunch in what we thought was the dining room of each of the ruins. in the last one, the outside walls were still standing and one chimney that stuck out high in the sky. the fireplace part of the chimney was about ten feet up from the ground, but we found that if we went around to the other side of the castle, as trevor called it, we could climb into the ample fireplace. so we did and we ate the main part of our lunch, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, in there. we had a blast and got very dirty. when lunch was over, we went back to the car and went home.
we're going to vegetate tonight. pizza, root beer, a movie and peanut butter m&m's. this
is our last night of freedom, after all.
i dreamed last night that someone was asking me to sleep with them. i told whoever it was (i don't think i knew the guy) that i wouldn't do it because i wanted to be able to tell my future husband that i had saved myself for my whole life just for him. the guy blinked at me for a moment in thought and then left me alone.
created at 4:40 PM
4.25.2003
i felt like writing earlier, but now i don't really. i'm going to try anyway.
trevor and i are parentless until sunday, so we decided to go to the ap&b today to see daredevil. i had never been, but he had, so he told me what to expect. it was the most awesome theatre i've ever been in. i really liked the fine arts theatre, but this one beat it by far. the whole theatre was rather old and obviously past its prime (by most standards) but that just made it that much better. they had taken out all of the seats in the front third and replaced them with a row of couches and a row of boothes. in the rest of the theatre, they had taken out every other row of seats and replaced them with a long tables for you to eat on. none of the theatre seats matched each other, but that was ok. they were deep seats that were very soft, very comfortable and leaned back. in the back corner there was a bar where you could get your drinks and food. trev and i got pizza and root beer. now imagine: sitting in a comfortable seat leaning back, eating pizza, drinking root beer and watching a movie. is there anything more wonderful?
then we went out and hung around downtown. i had a blast, however, i don't appreciate homeless people accosting me and requesting that i "help [them] out with a little spare change."
while at t.s. morrison's, trevor bought me something that i've been wanting. when he handed it to me, i said, "oh, trevor, you're so nice."
he smiled and said, "it was cheap."
i laughed and said, "trevor! that wasn't the right thing to say!"
he said, "oh. um, i mean, it was sooo expensive and i
sacrificed to get . . .
i laughed again and said, "no, that isn't it either."
he blinked and thought and then said, "you're the first woman . . ."
i laughed and shook my head. "no, that's not it."
he said, "well then what
is the right answer?"
"oh, i don't know...just say 'thank you' or 'i knew how much you liked it' or something like that."
he smiled and said, "oh. ok, i'll remember that."
i'm talking to angela now, so i'm going now.
created at 10:18 PM
4.01.2003
this war is dragging on me and i don't know why. i am in no way affected by it. i don't know anyone that is there, i don't know any mothers whose sons are there. most of the time i just try to forget it, but that doesn't happen. i'm sick of it. sick of everyone talking about it and sick of reading about it and seeing it on the news.
but i'm not depressed. in fact, i'm doing rather well. i'm excited! but i'll say why later.
created at 12:27 PM
