tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866552011-04-21T16:26:00.657-05:00just soWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comBlogger1501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1150339423307678722006-06-14T21:39:00.000-05:002006-06-14T21:43:43.320-05:00so i'm giving some consideration to following in the footsteps of my dearest friend and using this journal to chronicle the progress of costume design and creation. as resident costumer, it has fallen to me to design the costumes for our halloween this year. i am -so- excited. i've designed both of our dresses, but i've only rendered angela's dress so far. i've been looking at some fan art for Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1149990961354196552006-06-10T20:53:00.000-05:002006-06-10T20:56:01.363-05:00i think, if i decide to keep writing on this blog, i'll make it more of a thought of the day sort of thing rather than a "here's what i did today" sort of thing. i don't like the idea of people reading about my life online.i saw a mini-van today with spinners on it. trevor and i agreed that it was the silliest thing we'd seen since seeing a mini-van with a spoiler.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1148655577657467992006-05-26T09:58:00.000-05:002006-05-26T09:59:37.670-05:00my 28th birthday will occur in conjunction with the full moon. june 23, 2013 has a full moon.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1136646177461304262006-01-07T08:35:00.000-06:002006-01-07T09:02:57.526-06:00hullo all. i just started a post about how this was my last post from asheville before i left for mobile, but it was really crap. so for your sake and mine, i deleted it and just wrote this instead.i'm leaving today, go to work tomorrow and school on monday. it's going to be a rough week.i leave you now because my mother is making pancakes as my farewell breakfast and i am hungry.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1136004959959736362005-12-30T22:34:00.000-06:002005-12-30T22:56:00.030-06:00oh my goodness. i had the time of my life tonight.five years ago, in 2000, i left my home of 13 years and went up to the wilds of asheville, leaving behind my older brother and my best friend. it was a very hard time in my life. once we got up here, my mom immediately got involved in the homeschool group (as we were all homeschoolers) and found out about a "folk dance" that was happening soon.nowWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1135376549780884482005-12-23T16:16:00.000-06:002005-12-23T16:22:29.793-06:00all right. here's a brief post just to hold down the complaining for a bit.i got home safely and uneventfully, except for the time that i ran out of gas. however, i had my trusty gas can with me, so running out of gas on the highway wasn't really that bad.i've been fairly busy since i got home. it's not that i've been out running errands or anything like that, i've just been doing this with mum Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1133760526274032552005-12-04T23:20:00.000-06:002005-12-04T23:28:46.283-06:00so kevin (buzz) mentioned that he had gone through and read all of my old blog posts the other night when he was staying up for some reason. this first embarrassed me as a lot of my early posts were of the seventeen year old angst variety, and then it made me go back and read what i had written to find out what he now knows. one of my early posts posed a question that i still think is true."isn'tWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1133551360142007932005-12-02T13:00:00.000-06:002005-12-02T13:22:40.196-06:00hullo. apparently people have been missing my posts lately (mostly because i haven't been posting) so here is a post, for your reading enjoyment.i went up to asheville last week and it was incredible. it was just what i had been needing. unfortunately, in asheville, fall had mostly already fallen. however, i got to see some autumn while i was in atlanta, so i wasn't completely bereft of my fall Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1132282735899931662005-11-17T20:58:00.000-06:002005-11-17T20:58:55.910-06:00Quoted from my brother, Jonathan's journal: It was a dark night as i was leaving towards my friend gregs house. He was going through a depressing time in life, as he just descovered that whitney(my sis) didnt actually like him. Because in secret she was madly in love with a rather robust and cunning young man named Jonathan Davis. back to Greg though. I went to give him some comfort as he went Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1132177817504295082005-11-16T15:37:00.000-06:002005-11-16T15:50:17.670-06:00so lately i've discovered that my musical taste has gone from sort of an orchestrated metal like nightwish or symphony x to a beach mellow like jack johnson. in fact, i'm going to post the lyrics to banana pancakes right here. it's my favorite jj song, edited for length.banana pancakesCan't you see that it's just rainin'There ain't no need to go outsideBut baby, you hardly even noticeWhen I try Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1130663589790296312005-10-30T03:12:00.000-06:002005-10-30T03:13:09.800-06:00friends, you have not lived until you have taken a shower long enough that your fingers get wrinkly.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1130085256439914692005-10-23T11:30:00.000-05:002005-10-23T11:34:16.440-05:00i've added a link to my links bar. aaron diaz is a brilliant guy who also happens to be a lot of fun. you should check out his page.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1129878979129707342005-10-21T01:54:00.000-05:002005-10-21T02:16:19.156-05:00sometime last week, i went to my mailbox to check my mail. it was more an exercise in futility because nothing ever comes in my mailbox. i just wanted to open the super cool alphabet combination lock. finally, after the second or third try, i managed to get the door open and lo and behold, not only was something there, but it was a blue slip. blue slips are very exciting. blue slips mean that Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1129311287098388642005-10-14T12:19:00.000-05:002005-10-14T12:34:47.150-05:00i must apologize for not writing on here sooner. shortly after the last post, my life became a whirlwind of theatre, carpe diem, church, costume shop and classes. as angela tends to write in much more detail than i, if you want to know about the theatre aspect of my life, read her blog. i completely agree with everything she wrote regarding this production--particularly as regards the people Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1128365551858876172005-10-03T13:45:00.000-05:002005-10-03T13:55:40.150-05:00NOTICE:there will be no insulting others on my tagboard. period.thank you.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1128299010717813962005-10-02T19:17:00.000-05:002005-10-02T19:23:30.716-05:00i just found the love of my life.costuming.i worked in the costume shop at school for something like 15 or 16 hours over the past two days and it was incredible. the costume shop manager told me that i could actually make a career of it. that was the greatest thing i've heard lately. when people as me what i want to do when i grow up, the best answer i've been able to give them has been somethingWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1128298334018483842005-10-02T19:11:00.000-05:002005-10-02T19:17:23.130-05:00JABBERWOCKYLewis Carroll`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought --So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1127543568885203272005-09-24T01:14:00.000-05:002005-09-24T01:32:48.896-05:00this is me posting.i really don't have much to say. i'm in no mood tonight, so i'll not say much.i have a rant of the day though. allow me to preface this rant with a disclaimer: this rant is speaking in terms of relationships.and now, the rant.who decided to take gentlemanliness and turn it into chauvinism? a friend of mine offered to help me carry a table up the stairs the other day, and he, Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1126989193207865962005-09-17T15:22:00.000-05:002005-09-17T15:38:08.006-05:00i just learned two things: a) lovebugs are weaklings. b) when you squish them, they smell bad.just thought you might like to know that.i'm having a really hard time adjusting to living in mobile again. when i was younger, i never thought i'd think of anywhere else as home, but apparently i was wrong. i used to live here, here used to be home, but now no longer. don't misunderstand me, i'm Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1126291254748595862005-09-09T13:39:00.000-05:002005-09-09T13:40:54.750-05:00i really only posted on here to let you know that i've gotten the archives up now. if you ever wanted to know what i was up to in 2002, there it is. over there, on the right hand side, below the tagboard. i know, they kind of look ugly, but i thought i'd get them up there anyway.~dementiaWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1126242234868877312005-09-09T00:00:00.000-05:002005-09-09T00:03:54.873-05:00so. i applied to work at hardee's yesterday. it was a very hard thing to do because i always swore that i would never work at a fast food place. college will break you of such vows.i've been spending much of my free time sewing lately. i'm really quite proud of the things i've accomplished. i managed to make a flowy shirt with bell sleeves, i've made a ton of gauntlets and i finally finished my Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1126031588870480412005-09-06T13:25:00.000-05:002005-09-06T13:33:40.386-05:00i've got something that i want to express and it's all in my head, i just can't get it out onto this post window.let me think...my life as of this moment seems to be a balancing act. there are several things that i need and want to do, it's just that the things that are most important to me and/or are the most necessary take up a lot of time. there just isn't enough time in a day or a week or a Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1125810127671489472005-09-03T23:59:00.000-05:002005-09-04T00:04:11.090-05:00today, angela and i woke up and realized that we did not have toilet paper. none at all. upon making this realization, we checked for paper towels. no such luck. we had used the very last one the night before. this left us with limited options, as we are both a little on the very broke side. we decided to head for the student center to see if there was a) a bathroom and b) toilet paper in the Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1125688923671944982005-09-02T14:06:00.000-05:002005-09-02T14:22:03.710-05:00these past few days have been nothing to speak of particularly. we've been doing a lot of nothing, a lot of movie watching and a lot of gauntlet making. i've been really happy with the way the gauntlets have turned out. it seems that with clothes/costume/accessory making, i've finally found an area of creativity that i both love and am good at doing. i've been looking for something like that for Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1125509322479619382005-08-31T12:23:00.000-05:002005-08-31T12:28:42.483-05:00and once again, i really don't feel like writing. besides, i'm about to watch national trasure for the first time and i'm told that i actually need to pay attention in order to get it.for those who don't know, i am safe and back in my beautifully air conditioned bat cave. everyone else knows what's going and what's happened and i don't feel the need to reiterate the storm and the aftermath.to Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1124662233045955122005-08-21T17:08:00.000-05:002005-08-21T17:11:05.826-05:00hey guys. i haven't got much time or much inclination to write right now, so here's my update.i'm back in mobile and our room, the bat cave is up and running thanks to neil's wonderful help. it looks good and i am pleased.i'm out.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1123646245324289452005-08-09T22:35:00.000-05:002005-08-09T22:57:25.333-05:00okay, in case you were wondering why there's sometimes spaces in my words, it's because we have a filter on our computer that won't allow to me to write any words dealing with the consumation of love between a male and female. so if i want to say s exy, i have to space it out to fool the filter.stupid net nannies.anyway, i'm beginning to get really excited about moving into the dorms. i'm Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1123518506016913702005-08-08T11:24:00.000-05:002005-08-08T16:29:32.750-05:00a tip for guys everywhere:learntodance.if there is one thing that is universally s exy, something that positively reeks of quiet virilty, it is being able to dance well.remember that.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1123081650090671832005-08-03T10:02:00.000-05:002005-08-03T10:09:44.223-05:00free associationRisks:: thrillAbdominal:: painRadiant:: beautyThe usual:: boringMix and match:: socksWireless:: internetRemedial:: dumbMile:: walk a mile in someone else's shoesLong lost:: friendOnly one:: husband Believing:: GodInvasion:: r a p eBoys:: annoyingIsland:: a movieRepeatedly:: obnoxiousNormal:: stableHex:: harry potterTuxedo:: hotVirgin:: pureCereal:: wheatWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1123037861197117302005-08-02T21:52:00.000-05:002005-08-02T21:57:41.206-05:00this is me, posting in my journal twice within two weeks. imagine that.i've made a decision. since i'm going down to alabama to pursue a long standing life goal, i may as well pursue others along the way. i mean, i've always wanted to start exercising, i've always wanted to learn to learn to juggle, i've always wanted to take psychology--what's to stop me from doing all that stuff now? when i getWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1122701800670424202005-07-30T00:28:00.000-05:002005-07-30T00:36:40.676-05:00yeah, so i thought i was going to get this particular journal posted onto my website, but apparently i haven't done that yet.guys, it has been one hell of a week and i am exhausted. i had a very big and very hard decision to make that i finally made. that of itself was hard enough, but then i had to inform all involved parties about the decision that i had made and they aren't going to be happy Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1122145224770352812005-07-23T13:52:00.000-05:002005-07-23T14:00:24.780-05:00hullo all. i don't have much time to write as i'm about to go see batman begins...again...so after two weeks of being out of the house, my mom has offered to send me money for bus fare so i can come home for a couple of weeks before i go up to decatur, il to visit a friend of mine. i'll then fly back to mobile in time for a week of packing and then moving into the dorms. it'll certainly keep me Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-1121872535934805942005-07-20T09:56:00.000-05:002005-07-30T00:37:52.250-05:00welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the new world of whitney's journal. i got really tired of hand coding every single journal entry i wrote, so i've gone back to blogger. sort of. which is to say, i'm using blogger to publish my journal entries, but i'm using the template that angela made for me and i'm hosting the blog on my own website--as should be made obvious by the fact that it's on my Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-954950312003-06-10T01:22:00.000-05:002003-06-10T01:23:19.000-05:00
after much work, i'm switching journals now. my new address is http://www.whitneyrayl.com
see you there.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-954239612003-06-07T22:57:00.000-05:002003-06-07T22:57:37.040-05:00
i'm home now, for a week.
it was easier to deal with being lonely than it is to deal with my family. i'm going to be glad to leave again.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-953820492003-06-06T14:14:00.000-05:002003-06-06T14:14:56.876-05:00
never have i loved rain so much as i have here. not only does it have a softening effect on the whole day, not only does it dim the sunlight and have a wonderfully soothing sound against a tin roof, not only is it a blast to play in, it also gets me out of work! isn't that great?
i'm going home tomorrow for a week and i'm rather excited about it.
it's a coffee day today.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-953508112003-06-05T20:30:00.000-05:002003-06-05T20:30:45.073-05:00
yesterday aunt susan and i went to albany to run errands. in the process, i spent roughly a hundred and ten dollars and got a very nice pair of oakleys, meteora by linkin park, fallen by evanescence and various herbs. i was quite pleased by the whole thing. it was a very good day and i was in a very good mood.
when today started, i thought it was going to be a good day again, but it wasn't. itWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-953506502003-06-05T20:26:00.000-05:002003-06-05T20:26:30.910-05:00
this song was my theme song not very long ago and for a very long time.
tourniquet
evanescence
i tried to kill the pain,
but only brought more.
(so much more)
i lay dying,
and i'm pouring
crimson regret, and betrayal.
i'm dying,
fraying,
bleeding,
screaming.
am I too lost to be saved?
am I too lost?
my God! my tourniquet,
return to me salvation.
my God! my tourniquet,
return to me Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-952682512003-06-03T22:58:00.000-05:002003-06-03T22:58:27.006-05:00
today was easy. we got started in the fields at our usual seven am and we only worked until eleven-ish because it started raining. that was good because i was ready to get the heck out of that tractor.
we cleaned the house all day and oiled the walls of my bathroom. then we watched the fugitive because we all got done with our work a lot earlier than usual. tomorrow aunt susan and i are goingWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-952158012003-06-02T20:32:00.000-05:002003-06-02T20:32:09.490-05:00
i really was going to tell you all more about the weekend, but i am beyond exhausted. i was up at six fifteen today, out of the house by six forty-five and ran the tractor for eleven and a half hours. i'm beat.
i saw two quail today and one coyote. i had never seen a coyote before today.
aah. it's storming. i do love a good storm. the lightening is beautiful.
i got an oil burner the other Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-951739492003-06-01T21:44:00.000-05:002003-06-01T21:47:55.000-05:00
i'm too tired to function right now, but i must say two things.
1) even though it's silently forbidden in the gothic circles, i got a tan.
2) i managed to pull off gothic at the beach. i spent most of the day (while i wasn't on the beach itself) wearing all black with black jewelry. i'm pleased.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-951067832003-05-30T22:13:00.000-05:002003-05-30T22:40:16.000-05:00
today, i broke a boom off of my tractor. it wasn't just bent, the metal was broken into three pieces. i had to quit work early because my tractor was broken. i didn't feel very awesome about that, but it turned out ok. i wrote this while i was out in the field:
i really meant to be upset and maybe even depressed about tearing off a boom, but i had such a good time because of it that i couldn'tWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-950627702003-05-29T22:03:00.000-05:002003-05-29T22:11:22.000-05:00
i don't have anything to report really. today was the same as yesterday, but the wind was blowing so hard that we couldn't spray, so we knocked off early and left at four-thirty. it was great! we actually had an evening to enjoy! i was so excited. we ate a leisurely supper and then i watched quigley down under and just relaxed. it was great.
i got in a tanning bed today for the first time todayWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-950161382003-05-28T20:54:00.000-05:002003-05-28T20:54:35.050-05:00
today it was eleven hours. it's really not a bad job, it's just that you have to pay attention all day and it wears you out. it's similar to driving a car all day because you've got to pay attention to what you're doing all the time. i finished my first fifteen hour book on tape today and started on a second one. we moved again, this time to "the other side of leary." it took about forty-five Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-949673062003-05-27T20:54:00.000-05:002003-05-27T20:58:06.000-05:00
i spent ten hours in the tractor today. we moved the tractors to baker county, which took an hour and a half, then sprayed peanuts all day. i listened to my tense book on tape some more and only jumped out of my skin once when the radio crackled. other than that, nothing to report.
i am learning how to relax, to mellow out, not let things stress me. i've needed that.
man. i need to get to bed Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-949207852003-05-26T21:30:00.000-05:002003-05-26T21:31:26.000-05:00
i learned how to spray peanuts today. it's not hard. just watch your pressure and make sure you get on the right rows and then turn your brain off. at first i was afraid that i couldn't do it right, but it ended up being a mindless job.
in the tractors, we have radios so we can talk back and forth between tractors. while i was spraying peanuts, i listened to a book on tape called sieze the Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-948791732003-05-25T21:17:00.000-05:002003-05-25T21:17:45.296-05:00
jarrell decided to go to awlbenny today, so he asked me if i'd like to come with him. i did, so first we got lunch from the diary queen, then we went to the mall to get his mama (aunt susan) a birthday present. he got her a present and i got me some clothes. once we decided we had gotten enough for one day, we headed to brusters where we both got a hot fudge brownie sundae. it was a blast.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-948486222003-05-24T23:09:00.000-05:002003-05-24T23:09:46.143-05:00
aaarrrgggghhhh!! there's no artsy-ness here! you can't go to a coffeeshop and people watch! you can't have blue hair! you can't dress differently! you can't read and make jokes with subtle humour! they all make fun of you if you do!
EEEKKK!!!
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-948475432003-05-24T22:34:00.000-05:002003-05-24T22:34:22.566-05:00
well let's see. yesterday i did mostly nothing. i did go to see bruce almighty with jarrell and his girlfriend. we met up with glenn and elandra when we got to albany, so we ate supper with them and then we all went to the theatre together. my cousins treat me really well. i mean, they have every right to just treat me like the little cousin that's come to visit for a while, but they don't. i Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-947653432003-05-22T21:08:00.000-05:002003-05-22T21:08:55.980-05:00
we spent the whole day tiling my bathroom upstairs. when it gets done, i'll have this spiffy little bathroom that opens into my bedroom. isn't that awesome! tiling was a lot of work though. actually, my aunt tiled and i sawed the tile and ran back and forth between the saw and the bathroom.
and then we watched i spy this evening. it was hilarious and ridiculous. perfect for a rainy day and a Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-947149842003-05-21T21:06:00.000-05:002003-05-21T21:06:25.196-05:00
i spent four and a half hours in the hairdresser's today and now my hair is dark brown with some subtle highlights. there is no more blue and i'm sad about it. my hair looks pretty good though. first she "erased" the blue, then she turned it a really light auburn, then she toned it down to a deep dark auburn, then she highlit the whole thing, then she washed my hair, cut it, dryed it, fixed it Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-946645472003-05-20T21:39:00.000-05:002003-05-20T21:39:00.766-05:00
we didn't do much of anything today, but it was a good day and i'm going to go do yoga in my room now.
good night.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-946638872003-05-20T21:23:00.000-05:002003-05-20T21:23:35.316-05:00and now ladies and gentleman, a journal entry in the style of angela . . .
really
really
long.
saturday, may 10
we finally left today. i had to get up much earlier than i wanted to, considering how late i had been up the night before and when we got to the airport, i was in a really bad mood. ethan came to see us off, but i didn't have much to say to him because i didn't want to talk to anyoneWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-935724122003-04-30T22:21:00.000-05:002003-04-30T22:21:18.720-05:00
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...
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-934308112003-04-28T18:58:00.000-05:002003-04-28T18:58:57.313-05:00
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.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-933704182003-04-27T20:37:00.000-05:002003-04-27T20:37:42.143-05:00
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. Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-933129262003-04-26T16:40:00.000-05:002003-04-26T16:40:57.116-05:00
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 Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-932768512003-04-25T22:18:00.000-05:002003-04-25T22:18:00.546-05:00
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 Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-917852152003-04-01T12:27:00.000-06:002003-04-01T12:27:04.296-06:00
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 Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-912481112003-03-23T18:37:00.000-06:002003-03-23T18:37:48.200-06:00
Which member of the Homestar Runner gang are you?
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-911640412003-03-21T22:41:00.000-06:002003-03-21T22:41:22.106-06:00
well. i'm headed to florida tomorrow.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-910963852003-03-20T20:07:00.000-06:002003-04-27T20:56:03.000-05:00
sweet mother. my sister is the representation of everything i never want to be. it's happening again. i knew it would, but this time it doesn't hurt as much.
i just wish they'd argue in a room where i'm not. considering the amount of rooms in the house, there's a pretty high probability that they'd be in a room where i'm not, but reality hasn't been listening to the odds lately.
i think Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-910543912003-03-20T06:26:00.000-06:002003-03-20T06:27:27.000-06:00
i'm sitting here listening to the news on my computer. this is scary. i have no idea what's going on. all i know is "we're at war." but i have to go upstairs and make breakfast because it's my job.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-907902672003-03-15T22:31:00.000-06:002003-03-15T22:32:57.000-06:00
the funniest thing i've had said to me lately.
EequalsMCcowboy: well, i had better go.
EequalsMCcowboy: later hot momma
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-907897902003-03-15T22:20:00.000-06:002003-03-15T22:20:32.733-06:00
sometimes, if i just look at the computer screen and don't see what's around me, i can imagine that what's around me is something close and cozy. something homey. not a huge, cold basement. this house isn't home yet.
i am a tired one.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-907490612003-03-14T23:10:00.000-06:002003-03-14T23:10:18.890-06:00bring me to life
evanescence
how can you see into my eyes
like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb
without a soul
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back
home
(wake me up) wake me up inside
(i can't wake up) wake me up inside
(save me) call my name and save me from the dark
(wake me up) bid my blood to run
(i can't wake up) Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-905846002003-03-12T07:24:00.000-06:002003-03-12T09:30:08.000-06:00
He Wasn't You
from On A Clear Day You Can See Forever
Why did my heart never yearn before?
Flame after flame never burn before?
He wasn't you.
He wasn't you.
Why did no arms seem like home before?
Why did my eyes always roam before?
What could I do?
He wasn't you.
He wasn't you and no vows ever chained me.
No, he wasn't you and goodbyes never pained me.
Now I know why every hope always faded Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-904545062003-03-10T07:29:00.000-06:002003-03-10T07:29:05.420-06:00
this has been by far the most pointless week in my entire existance.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-904544552003-03-10T07:28:00.000-06:002003-03-10T07:29:36.000-06:00
a friend randomly wrote this letter to a random friend of his and i, having the connections that i do, managed to get hold of it.
To the most illustrious and blessed Lady Acceber,
I pray you are doing happy. There are
many dark nights in this land, but
also some bright days.
I prithee do not mock the letter being,
as it is, upside-down and backward.
But I find it just as well. I find it
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-904542752003-03-10T07:23:00.000-06:002003-03-10T07:23:44.373-06:00
the instructions on a sleeve that held chopsticks.
Tuk under thurmb and held firmly.
Add second chcostick hold it as you hold a pencil
Hold tirst chopstick in originai position move the second one up and down Now you can pick up anything:
on the other side:
Welcome to Chinese Restaurant
Please try your Nice Chinese Food With Chopsticks
the traditional and typical of Chinese glonous historyWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-904541062003-03-10T07:19:00.000-06:002003-03-10T07:20:09.000-06:00
my favorite piece of asheville literature is this little card that has a calendar on it. i think it's a month, but this calendar's dates don't quite correspond with our calendar's dates, for example, the first day of "Rhythmic Moon" falls on the thirteenth of december. each day has a symbol on it and each symbol means something. that something is on the back where you find the symbol for that Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-901759822003-03-05T08:21:00.000-06:002003-03-05T08:21:12.110-06:00i had to write two short essays for a scholarship that i'm applying for. i decided to post them here.
What do you most want to escape from in your daily life?
oh, to escape the stress. that would be wonderful. i don't have as much school to do as i usually do, but there are many other things that have been weighing on my mind lately. relational problems, financial problems, personal problems. Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-891192692003-02-14T18:14:00.000-06:002003-02-14T18:14:35.336-06:00
somehow, this year, the lack of a "valentine" is bothering me more than all the other years.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-890702692003-02-13T21:34:00.000-06:002003-02-13T21:34:06.753-06:00YOU ARE SHAWN
Which character from Boy Meets World are you? brought to you by Quizilla
You are Topanga!
Which Character from Boy Meets World are You? brought to you by Quizilla
You're Rachel, the hot rooomate. You lucky bitch,you get to live with two hot guys, that arehead over heels for you. Your a pretty bigflirt to with your flamin red hair.
Which Boy meets World character are you? Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-886648922003-02-06T14:24:00.000-06:002003-02-06T14:24:46.363-06:00
i saw a vampire today. i don't know how he was out and about, it was daytime. but i feel quite sure that he was a vampire. i looked at him and he looked at me and i think we both knew something about the other. i wonder what he knew about me.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-882841002003-01-30T14:06:00.000-06:002003-01-30T14:06:50.966-06:00Woohoo you're a GOTH, but you already knew thatdidn't you...yay for you :)
Prep or Goth? brought to you by Quizilla
Contratulations your a goth. Even though you don'tagree with classifications, you refuse tolisten to such dribble as manson, korn, andslipknot. You wouldn't be caught dead in headto toe hot topic gear.
Goth? or poser? brought to you by Quizilla
You're a ROMANTIC Goth!
You love Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-878521802003-01-22T12:26:00.000-06:002003-01-22T12:26:24.313-06:00
So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-876652572003-01-18T22:18:00.000-06:002003-01-18T22:18:36.890-06:00
from very recent experience, always get to know people before you judge them.
Martyred
By Matt Lamm
The crowd cheered on,
The beheader went up.
The hero lay helpless,
His emotions erupt
The blade was raised,
Then the razor went down.
The crowd was hushed;
They made not a sound.
His neck was severed;
The hero behead.
Who was this man?
Why had he bled?
Why did he die
For the rebellion heWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-872316822003-01-10T13:53:00.000-06:002003-01-10T13:53:50.003-06:00
i am incredibly frustrated with the whole idea of online journals. i was in the beginning, i got numb to it and now i'm irritated again. here. i'll put here what i wrote in my journal about the subject on january 23, 2002:
i just found out [something important] and you know how i found out? i went to [this person's] website. what kind of way is that?? forgive me for being naive, but i thought Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-870805602003-01-07T16:43:00.000-06:002003-01-07T16:43:54.000-06:00
i'm coming to mobile!
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-870597102003-01-07T08:12:00.000-06:002003-01-07T08:12:37.000-06:00
yesterday was lovely. perfectly lovely.
yes, i had to start school again and yes dr. clark was irritated because i apparently didn't dissect the eyeball delicately enough and didn't identify enough parts of it, but it was still lovely.
the road was so cold that the snow blew across it in little rivulets of white.
we went horseback riding yesterday too, grace and allison and i. it was really, Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-867778142003-01-01T01:05:00.000-06:002003-01-01T01:05:05.386-06:00
you know, contrary to what is probably popular opinion, i really, really don't like having to talk sharply to people. but it's my sanity and health or talking sharply and you know, talking sharply usually wins out.
happy new year to you too.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-866661392002-12-29T13:19:00.000-06:002002-12-29T13:19:44.920-06:00
did i say that i had the best christmas ever?
i meant it.
it wasn't really the presents, it was more what was behind the presents.
and who gave them.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-866416662002-12-28T19:23:00.000-06:002002-12-28T19:23:27.483-06:00
and you can tell everybody
that this is your song
it may seem quite simple
but now that it's done
i hope you don't mind
i hope you don't mind
that i put down in words
how wonderful life is
while you're in the world
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-865593642002-12-26T14:29:00.000-06:002002-12-26T14:29:02.920-06:00 A different quiz, what strange type of person are you?
Evil lurkes beneath your skin...but you already knew that, didn't you? A mastermind at trickery, and ready to dupe those fools who dare come near you, your friends are few, but you know they'll be there for you. If they ever have someone that needs..."taking care of", they know your number.
brought to you by Quizilla
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-865591242002-12-26T14:21:00.000-06:002002-12-26T14:22:37.000-06:00
you like to be alone and see everything around you. you like to do things alone. you are a fall fairy but fall is a very pretty and soft time of year.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-865506892002-12-26T09:49:00.000-06:002002-12-26T09:49:04.140-06:00
wonderful! i had the best christmas ever and i'm continuing to have the best christmas ever!
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-864599682002-12-23T20:17:00.000-06:002002-12-23T20:17:39.423-06:00
you can't have peace without disruption.
night is full of a terrible and unimaginable beauty which mortals can only begin to understand.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-863478902002-12-20T22:14:00.000-06:002002-12-20T22:40:15.000-06:00i'm really much too tired to be posting on this right now, but for some reason i really, really wanted to write.
for the first time in two years, this is going to be a wonderful christmas.
everything is changing and there isn't a thing i can do about it. and yet, it's not all necessarily bad . . . just . . . different. sometimes the change has always been there and i just didn't realize it Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-861881452002-12-17T17:00:00.000-06:002002-12-17T17:00:04.960-06:00
alone again – 11/23/02, 10:58pm
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too clean for the dirty
too dirty for the clean
too godly for the unspiritual
too heathen for the godly
too normal for the weird
too strange for the normal
too quiet for the loud
too loud for the quiet
too careful for the flirts
too flirty for the careful
too smart for the “normal” people
too stupid for the intelligent
too gothic for just Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-859786742002-12-13T22:58:00.000-06:002002-12-13T22:58:32.276-06:00
i am of the opinion that it really just isn't worth it. i'll explain more later . . . or perhaps I'll make myself obscure. depends on the mood, i suppose.
i got my hand kissed again tonight. and got complimented on waltzing again also.
darkness is my closest friend.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-856991292002-12-08T18:16:00.000-06:002002-12-08T18:16:27.323-06:00
ha. i made it to someone's quote of the month. i feel special.
and my music was described as "hauntingly beautiful." it was one of the best compliments i've ever received.
it's really lovely to have people that you can just drop in on. or that you can just hang out without feeling like you're imposing . . . you know, like they actually like having you around and want you there. i don't know Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-855956722002-12-06T09:53:00.000-06:002002-12-06T09:53:07.820-06:00
grrr. stupid activity day schedule.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-855049142002-12-04T16:47:00.000-06:002002-12-04T16:47:50.053-06:00
there really is something magic about snow.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-852120622002-11-28T09:19:00.000-06:002002-11-28T09:19:00.140-06:00
happy thanksgiving
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-851223432002-11-26T13:34:00.000-06:002002-11-26T13:38:08.000-06:00The Highwayman
By Alfred Noyes
Part One
I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
II
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-849579942002-11-22T23:21:00.000-06:002002-11-22T23:21:38.666-06:00
i'm still posting to an audience and it bothers me. but there's naught to be done about it now. oh well.
the wind has been absolutely amazing again today/tonight. it's the kind of night that wild and romantic stories are made of. i just wish i had some of my creativity back and could write one of those wild and romantic stories that is floating back there in the back of my head but refuses to Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-846829792002-11-17T19:21:00.000-06:002002-11-17T19:21:28.143-06:00
there's something particularly comforting about the notes on my sheet music. even when i don't know what i'm going to play next, the notes do and they'll tell me.
the wind has been blowing up something all day and it sounds amazing.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-843706272002-11-11T11:37:00.000-06:002002-11-11T11:45:01.000-06:00
i had the most wonderful day yesterday, but if i tried to explain it, no one would understand it, so i'm not going to. but it involved a hike, colored leaves, a field, some rain, a rainbow and laughter.
i heard the violin guy again today. now i must explain.
on friday, i was having the most wretched morning and to top it all off, i was late leaving to go to german. when i got to abtech, i wasWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486655.post-836815032002-10-28T15:34:00.000-06:002002-10-28T15:39:55.000-06:00
i borrowed this from my best friend's journal, but i don't think she'll mind. i'll probably be posting some poe on here later.
the haunting
by: richard jones
in screaming woods and empty rooms
or gloomy vaults and sunken tombs;
where monks and nuns in dust decay,
and shadows dance at close of day,
where the bat dips on the wing
and spectral choirs on breezes sing;
where swords of Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13450858139763919983noreply@blogger.com