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--- Life flows on within you and without you. (George Harrison)
Name: Priscilla Nelson Spencer
Reading: Snow White and the Seven Samurai (Tom Holt), Carpe Jugulum and Lords and Ladies (Terry Pratchett)
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11.12.01
Muaha, I finally found the perfect gift for Chungy's birthday! I won't say what it is here, because she occasionally reads this. I ran some "I love myself" errands as well! I went to Lone Star Comics to see if they had the "Guards! Guards!" graphic novel, but they didn't. Meh. I saw it in my beloved Bookshop of Niftyness in England, but noooooo, I didn't like the Watch then, did I? ::hisses at herself:: Stupid American publishers. Then I went to MJDesigns, where I picked up some really nifty, soft yarnish stuff for the scarf I'm making for Chungy for Christmas (she already knows about it, so no point in hiding it). Then off to Borders, where I had to fight a craving to buy everything in sight. Books are my drugs. In addition to Chungy's birthday present, I picked up "The Amazing Maurice...", because I'm no longer planning on getting anything else off Amazon UK for a while. ::wrinkles nose at Chungy for buying all the Tom Holt books in existence so that her dear Priscilla would be clueless as to what to get her for various gifts, etc::
I have declared myself a pun-dit. Chungy: It's an amusing moose!
Joy of all joys! I just got an email from Mrs. Radtke, my supercool English teacher from last year, and she said that she found my copy of "The Color of Magic"! I had lent her "Wyrd Sisters" and "TCoM" last year, but neither of us could remember if she had given TCoM back, because we both have forgetful minds like that. It turns out that it was in Dust Bunny Heaven, underneath Mrs. Radtke's bed. She found it while she was cleaning. Now I'll have my beloved Pratchettness back! ::dances merrily:: I can introduce Chungy to Rincewind! 10.12.01
Why does this website's art amuse me so? Look at who made it. ::snickers madly:: Thank you for brightening up my days, Google Image Search! 9.12.01
Hurrah! I contributed Captain Planet to the pool, allowing me initiation into the Husband of the Month Club. Marcelina, Chungy, Elizabeth, and I agreed that my husband for December is Paul McCartney. He can sing me festive holiday songs and we can sit by the warm, toasty fire, and I can give him a big hug. ::squeals:: Share the Paul-love!
So then I got this idea about driving a cheesecake truck, cause I figured at the end of the day, I could take all the leftover cheesecakes home, cause I love cheesecake. So I went to the cheesecake company and they asked me if I could drive a truck, and I said "yes", and they said "you're hired". So the next day, I got in the truck (with all the cheesecakes) and I drove it a block, but I just had to have a cheesecake, so I pulled over and I opened the truck and I took a cheesecake out and I also took one for later and I took one for my friend Farm Boy and I took one to take home, and by that time I'd eaten one of the cheesecakes, so I took another one. Now it's lunchtime, so I eat ten cheesecakes and a cheesecake for dessert. Oh, I might point out, by the way, that all these cheesecakes were very delicious. Anyway, I figured that the only thing to do would be to eat all the rest of those cheesecakes and hide the truck somewhere and leave town. And I miss everybody a lot, but I'm not really sorry, because they were very delicious cheesecakes.
Hurrah! Winter Formal!, In the grand tradition of Winter Formal night, my friends and I had a great time, despite being at the party only 45 minutes. We started at 6:00, where we met at Cafe Istanbul, a Middle Eastern restaurant that I thought I didn't like, but loved tonight. Usually I'm not the biggest fan of Middle Eastern cuisine, but I completely fell in love with the Turkish pizza. Turkish sausage, feta cheese, onion, and beef on this delicious, soft, thick-crusted bread. Everyone else kept taking all my food! Anyway, Chungy and Nancy arrived 30 minutes later, as is their wont, so we were almost late for "Amelie" next door at the Inwood. Marcelina, Cherise, and I were rather peeved at them. At Amelie, I was shocked that we weren't carded, as the movie is rated-R. I wanted to feel superior in the knowledge that I was now 17. Oh well. Amelie was still utterly fabulous the second time, and I reccomend it to anyone that's not an uncultured moron. Afterwards, we caravanned to Nancy's house so that Chungy could put on her dress. She and Margaret had made it the night before -- completely out of duct tape. Also, keep in mind that Chungy is the world's most terrifying driver in history. Let me tell you how close to impossible it can be to follow someone that goes 50 in a 35 mph zone. I lost her twice, as every Dallas resident and their dog drives a white car. I could only identify her car by the "2002" message daubed on the back windscreen by considerate Seniors. When we pulled up at Nancy's, I yelled at Chungy, and Cherise and Marcelina yelled at me until they realized that I was doing my best to follow Chungy, who was the true lunatic. Then we were just all yelling at Chungy. Unfortunately, Nancy's parents had gone out and the house was locked. We decided to go to the dance and immediately find some place to change her. The dress was gorgeous. Margaret is a genius. Chungy got tons of compliments. She was shocked that she was suddenly treated like a popular person. People loved my sexy date, R2-D2. I was still annoyed that I couldn't find Obi-Wan, though. At 10:40, we all left Hockaday for the Cinemark, as we had plans to see Harry Potter. Of course, Chungy informed us that the latest showing was at 10:30, so I drove everyone to the theater (in a sane manner) and we arrived in the middle of the first scene. Thank Percy for previews. I spent the movie explaining things to Marcelina, who hadn't read the books, and assuring her that the books were far better than the movie, as she was close to falling asleep. I also had a Percy/Oliver/Alan Rickman/Dan-Radcliffe-as-John-Lennon/Weasley twin swoonfest, and provided a running commentary with Cherise. Highly amusing. Afterwards, I took everyone back to their cars at Nancy's, and we all dispersed. All was right with the world. Now see our cool buttons. I tripped just as the guy was taking the second picture. Fun. See groovy Artoo and Chungy's fabulous dress.
Top: Me, Artoo, and Chungy. Bottom: Nancy, me, Marcelina, Artoo, Cherise, Chungy, Emily, Mimi, and Emily's date. I'll post real pictures eventually. 8.12.01
Is it a bad thing when you look at yourself in the mirror, wearing your sister's nifty Winter Formal dress, and the first thing thought that comes to mind is "Cheery Littlebottom"?
::laughs uproariously:: I just got a call from Darius, the St. Marks drama king, who wanted to know if I'd be willing to take a guy to the Winter Formal, as apparently it's spread throughout the schools that I'm taking a cardboard cutout of R2-D2. I told him I wasn't interested, but after about 5 minutes of pleading, I conceded to just walking through the doors with him and saying that he was my date, still keeping Artoo by my side. The especially amusing thing is that I've never even met my "date". His name is Zach Tuck, a name I've never heard before in my life. This is going to be really amusing...  Strawberry: 0/100 Pear: 20/100 Banana: 60/100 Tomato: 30/100 Lemon: 5/100 Take the What Fruit Are You? test by  webkin and aaronr! Stolen from Rebecca.
I'm redoing my archives. Muaha. When I'm done, it will have the specificity of weekly (like Kell's archives) and the ease of surfing of monthly (like my old archives). Now vote in the new poll, immediately! 7.12.01
It was so amusing. Today, during Y-Period (like a free period for everyone, every other day. Usually occupied by JETS), we got to watch Mr. Long's Winter Formal movie. It was absolutely brilliant. It was filmed in 1986, so we got to laugh at everyone with their silly 80's hair and clothes. I was highly amused to see a girl who looked shockingly like Kell, except with slightly different hair. You sure you never lived in Texas, Kell?
Hey, kids! It's time to play "respond to everyone else's blog entries to avoid coming up with our own original content"! Yay! Sannali -- you wouldn't have that book problem if you read nothing but Pratchett! He doesn't use chapters! ::lunatic grin:: Alicey -- I want your computer. Do you think your dad's friend could hook me up with a similar deal if I took you hostage for a few days? Renata -- well, then. Considering "Choirgirl" is the only Tori CD I own... Actually, I don't own it. I stole it from my sister's box of CDs that she didn't want anymore, which happened to include *MY* copies of Abbey Road, Hard Days Night, and Magical Mystery Tour. Meanie. Ann -- we tried to keep the owls that lived near our house near our house. (read that sentence a few times if it doesn't make sense. It will eventually). Our neighborhood has a mild mouse problem, and we thought owls might help the situation. Of course, it's kind of pointless to hope this will happen, as the mice are bigger than the owls are. Kell -- your poetic finesse astounds me. Mayhap shall I be your love-monkey?
A joyous revelation for my fellow ferrets! My parents and I were driving back from my mom's photographic show* and we passed a large parking lot. My mom pointed out the sign on one of them: "Look, Priscilla, it's your parking lot. It says P Star." I choked and spazzed and turned around in my seat to see the sign, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I quickly recounted the significance of P*Star ** to my parents, and they were equally shocked. I found this incredibly amusing. Sometime soon, I'm going to get my picture taken with the sign. * okay, so she had one piece up. It still counts. Muah. ** For those that don't know, P*Star is an alternate name for the Espresso Ferrets collaboration group. Priscilla, Sannali, Tanja, Ann, Rebecca. We decided this was better than "prats". And so that's my story. The moral you should glean from this tale is that my mom makes addictively good artichoke and parmesan dip, which I tried for the first time this evening. Indeed.
::snorts:: Someone found my website looking for "quantum physics bras". I'd hate to know what else they found! Also "see all the privet parts of a naked woman free". I never knew women had "privet parts". More fun! ** Stars indicate personal favourites.
Holy cow! This is seriously disturbing! After months of near-silence, every day this week I've been contacted at least once by a HP fan, regarding WIAN. I guess this is my hint to update, eh? Still, though, why am I getting so many more hits? Have I been featured in some prominent location without my knowledge? Curiouser and curiouser.
Wow, I'm special.
You have an interesting weblog and an equally interesting life. You don't need to exaggerate to make your stories sound exciting. They already are. You have a small circle of friends, both online and offline, and they all love having you around. You're an all around nice person and the best friend anyone could ever imagine having. 6.12.01
Oh, my wounded ego! I've been stood up by a cardboard cutout of a fictional character! I was planning on taking my life-size Obi-Wan to Winter Formal, but I can't find him anywhere. I've searched four times, the last time with my mom to make sure I wasn't overlooking anything. This is going to bother me for at least two years. Fortunately, Chungy will come to my rescue, as she is letting me go with her cardboard cutout of R2-D2. I wonder if Nancy still has her Darth Vader... Ooh! Because my sister is in college, I get full reign over her wardrobe. I'm "borrowing" one of her gorgeous dresses. Yowza, I'm sexy. XD In other news, I have decided to declare my hatred of microfiche. For 30 minutes before school and half of my lunch period, I was in the library, digging up old "Time" and "Newsweek" reels and looking up articles on "The Joy Luck Club". Neither was any help, and I had to spend a significant amount of time manually rewinding months of film, as the "rewind" knob was broken. Hiss. As (joy) luck would have it, it turned out that I already both articles. My work was pointless. Then, of course, after rehearsal I went to the SMU library to find stuff, and found an e-text of both articles, which I was able to send to myself. Maddening. I can't wait to get this stupid research paper over with. Then I can read Pratchett and Holt and other merry authors of joy over the winter holidays. Then, as soon as I get back to school, I can start on the History research paper, and relive the hell. I hate my life. Speaking of Pratchett, I met another Discworld fan at lunch today. Well, I didn't meet her, really. I just found out she was a Pratchett fan, while I hadn't known that before. We were talking about various responses to the Winter Formal royalty court (gag me with a spoon) survey thing, and we were thinking about what we would write if we were up for Princessship. I mentioned that I would date Pinky, from Pinky and the Brain, and this made me think of Halloween, as Chungy suggested that we be Pinky and the Brain for Halloween. This made me remember an idea I had in the shower (that's where all my good ideas come from). I suggested we go as Rincewind and Twoflower (as I'm twiggy enough to be Rincewind and Chungy has a great innocent and naive act, plus she's Agatean). Of course, Chungy had no idea who Twoflower was, as she's just read most of the Watch series, so she asked me to describe him. Chungy: Who's Twoflower? And on from there. Now I'm going to sleep. Wait, no, not sleep yet. One more point of order. Ann, you have your own official fan club now. I showed your telemarketer conversation to the girls in my homeroom, and they all think you're the keenest thing since bifocal lenses. Chungy asked about you, and I explained that you were the "model spinster". Brilliant dry wit capable of dessicating Lake Huron in five minutes, fabulous artistic skill, and no interest whatsoever in the opposite (or same, for that matter) gender, even at 39. You've become the model citizen for Chungy. Be honored. Okay, now sleep.
Quotes! People use energy to get out of explaining things. --Mr. Taylor If you release a few electron volts, the atom is a lot happier... ::pause:: Oh, that's good Chemistry. --Mr. Taylor Mr. Taylor: 1000 kg! Woah! That's chubby. Well, actually, that's skinny, because she shortens. Mr. Taylor: Is it possible that the marble could cease existing in this glass and suddenly be outside, if we were to leave it alone and not observe it? Mr. Taylor: All the really neat pictures nowadays are made from tunneling electron microscopes. (after seeing a guy walk around with a tablecloth and tray on his head) Babe: Love! -- are you nuts? Babe: Bah! Never mind the snow job. That's S-N-O-W. Snow. Like the form of wintry precipitation. --Olivia (as Babe). There I go again, lit by the lime. --Olivia John: Completely dark?
Yay! Starling has a Yahoo!Group for her art now. Go join and see all the fabulous artwork she couldn't fit on Elfwood!
Woo hoo! I scored 2 on the pervertedlogic.com CyberWhore Poll!
Are you sure you have ever actually BEEN online? That's not a TV you're sitting in front of, you know. How you have managed to avoid sex on the internet for so long makes you one for the record books. You're having your slutty sister fill this quiz in for you, aren't you? No wonder you list Vatican City as your profile location.
5.12.01
Christine was bugging us today about submitting to Vibrato. In addition to my groovy Digital Imaging stuff (I'll try to post some later this week), I've decided to start writing some really bad poetry. Here's my first masterpiece: There once lived a girl incognito.::sigh:: I love creating complete rubbish. I wonder if they'll accept a poem I wrote last year entitled "Ode To My Bed". I love that poem... I think I'll write some bad haiku, too. Of course, no haiku will ever surpass the work of brilliance by Renata Sancken in our haiku party last year. I think that I couldNo use trying to surpass that. I love that haiku...
"They accused Adams of wearing silk underwear, being rich, being in debt, and having gained favor with the tsar of Russia by trying to provide him with a beautiful American prostitute." Don't you just love History books? I snicker to myself every time I catch a mention of "huge tracts of land".
Stolen from Rebecca M, doncha know. ![[If I were an online test, I would be How British Are You?]](http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paulspeller/onlinetest/brit.gif "Click to find out which test you are") I'm How British Are You?! I know the differences between Brits and Americans, and I'm just so glad to tell you all about them. I won't say too much, though, or I'll exceed my daily bandwidth limit. Again. 4.12.01
Grrrr, why can't I draw Bob? ::attacks sketchbook with a pencil:: At this rate, Tanja's card won't be finished until I'm 80!
::snickers:: I wish I were as quick on my feet as Ann. I could have lots of fun with telemarketers. Remind me never to drink orange juice while reading her blog, as I choked and nearly sprayed THE ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT, LOVELY, AND ALL AROUND JOYOUS CARD that Rebecca G. made for me. ::schnoogles Rebecca:: I'd like to go to sleep, but I have history homework. Meh. And I want to get some knitting in. Just 54 rows to go! ::smirks::
::giggles:: In the Chinese edition of Harry Potter, the "I am Lord Voldemort" connection is explained in a footnote. I'm really, really amused. And I should really, really be donig my homework. ::snickers some more::
::snickers:: Isn't baby Chris Rankin adoreable? ::hugs Chris:: Speaking of Chris, I've just discovered another highly amusing case of "6 Degrees of Separation". On Amazon, there's a book by a "Chris Rankin" (I think it's the same one, but you can never be sure) about creative smocking. Curious, I looked for other books by Chris Rankin, and found a book on crochet. This reminds me of knitting. This reminds me of Ricky, a guy in Jesuit theatre who taught me and two guys how to knit. Incidentally, Ricky looks almost exactly how I imagine Percy. (Unfortunately, the one picture I have of Ricky doesn't look at all like Percy. When he's not smiling, the resemblance is uncanny.) How's that?
Funny. WIAN gets more hits than my blog. I wouldn't have expected that. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm shocked that I'm surprised about that. It should be obvious. Silly me. ::trots off to work on a long-overdue WIAN update::
::smites Ballantine with a codfish:: You'd think that they would have written me back by now. I wrote them about publishing WIAN in mid-July. Grr.
Curious. I wonder what changed. In the past week, I've had three different people contact me about WIAN, submitting entries and compliments and suggestions and such. Fun fun! I should check my referrers... 3.12.01
Rebecca's recent entry reminds me of an amusing JETS pasttime. After reading about a bunch of bizarre superstitions, Chungy decided that whenever you rubbed someone's belly, you stole their luck. We all ran around after each other, trying to steal each other's luck and generally having a fun time with it. Then, Caroline arrived, and I make a beeline for her belly. "Ovary rape!" she shouted. Since then, we've always made ovary jokes, as JETS consists entirely of females. We decided that Chungy stole Caroline's ovaries and sold them on eBay to pay for her top secret mad scientist hideout. We considered putting posters up at school asking if anyone had seen Caroline's ovaries. Then we played "ovary tag". Percy knows what other people think of us.
I'm a Gryffindor! Take a really groovy sorting hat test here. Think about the questions seriously. It's really nifty.
Stolen from Ann.
2.12.01
I may have mentioned that my Evil Research Paper of DoomTM is on the subject of "how the men in Joy Luck Club contributed to the rift between the mothers and the daughters". I'm thinking of calling it "Men are Scum". I'm sure Mr. Dumaine will appreciate my efforts.
I just saw "Wolf", with Jack Nicholson. I love Jack Nicholson. He's so amusing. He makes a great werewolf. XD It didn't really help that I was eating ribs while watching the movie.
Hey, kiddies! It's time for replying to everyone else's blog entries! Sannali -- luvverly Lily Potter. Yay! I just adore "The Princess Bride". In an acting class a long time ago, we got to do a scene from "The Princess Bride". Of course, at that time, I'd never seen the movie, and I was really confused. I kept wanting to call Inigo "Indigo". I think I was Miracle Max's wife... The Rebeccas -- I'm a Spring Peeper. Dude, that is the coolest name for a frog EVER. And yes, Rebecca M., you most certainly can be a mongoose dog.
The Spring Peeper is only .75 - 1.5 inches long, but is has a very powerful high-pitched whistle with the occasional trill that can be heard over long distances. Peepers are abundant in wooded areas in or near flooded ponds and swamps. In these ponds, the Spring Peepers will form singing choral groups, making sounds that can almost sound like jingling sleigh bells from a distance. Rebecca G -- If I were a stone, I would be... that big rock at the duck pond at our school that says "Imagine". Or Abraham Lincoln's head on Mt. RushmoreAlicey -- Ooh, you saw the moon halo, too! That was so amazingly weird. I couldn't help thinking about that scene in "Practical Magic", where they say that a halo around the moon like that is a bad omen. Freakiness. And my sister is a Willing Debutante. ::shudders:: I swear, if my parents try to make me go through that hell, I'll leave and go live with Chungy. And as for the stupid boys and the rubbing alcohol, it gets worse. In the newspaper today, I read about a man on death row who got married to a woman he "met" through the mail while in prison. She's a young British woman, and she's going to pay for DNA testing to see if he was guilty or not of a crime he already confessed to. Kell -- Elfwood can bite me. It really bothers me when people punish everyone, as opposed to the chosen few responsible. Ann -- George is dead. Miss him, miss him, miss him. Chungy -- Are you ever going to post in Spinster Diaries? Please? Blogging is fun! Monica -- Starling's doing a website! Yay! ::dances:: I just had a scary thought about what Monica would be capable of if she got her hands on a tablet and a copy of Photoshop. ::shudder:: Claudia -- It depresses me when people who are infinitely more skilled than I am get into an artistic funk. Everything you touch turns to gold. I will probably never be as skilled as you are, and you complain about your art. Gah, that drives me nuts.
I feel so listless. I kinda want to CG, but then I get bored after CGing for 5 minutes. I kept switching between Sannali's collaboration and the musical number CG until I drove myself nuts. Then I decided that I wanted to draw, but as soon as I got all my drawing stuff together (not a difficult feat: sketchbook, working pencil, Eraser of Doom), I got bored and decided I wanted to do something else. I picked up my knitting, but after knitting about 3 stitches, I decided that this was boring as well. I picked up some stuff around my room, but I decided that I couldn't really make a dent in its orderliness without actually doing work, so I gave up on that. I considered working more on the musical, but my dad just got home, and I feel self-conscious about singing/playing/etc with other people in the house. I considered going up to Half Price Books to see if they had any Discworld or Tom Holt books, but I'd have to explain where I was going to my dad. I considered reading a bit, but I didn't feel like getting into a new book, and I already finished rereading Jingo. (I liked it a lot more the second time around, thankfully) I'm certainly in no mood to work on my research paper, I've already read everyone's blogs, and I've already read the comics. Bored, bored, bored. I think I'll get some orange juice. Or chocolate milk. Or water. Something like that. And I haven't read Dave Barry today, so that should go on my to do list... ::nods:: Meh. 1.12.01
Hurrah! I've been inspired! I was looking at the work of John Sin, Elfwood artist of the day, and I was trying to figure out how he got those nifty textures in his CGs. I've been experimenting, and I've been coming up with some groovy new CG methods. Muaha! I'm testing them out on the permanently unfinished CG of the infamous "musical number" drawing. (Percy, that looks awful scanned...) Hopefully, the CG will end up looking decent enough to post. My two main CG difficulties are leather and metal, and I think I've got them both (more or less) beat.
I think that watching "HELP" was good for me. In a way, it made me even more sad about George's death, but mostly, it helped me to appreciate the accomplishments during his life. Every so often, I would squeal "I love you, Paul!" or "I love you, George!" or John or Ringo, and more often I would laugh out loud. They were four amazing musicians, and we're blessed to still have two of them. This weblog entry is respectfully dedicated to Mr. Elias Howe, who in 1846 invented the sewing machine.
::frowls angrily:: Elfwood doesn't work right now from an administrators point of view - It's too much to do for too few people, and members are sloppier than ever about following the rules and reading any FAQ's.I'm surprised my aunt hasn't called me back re:dinner yet. I think I'm going to go out and rent some Beatles movies. I haven't seen them since I was something like 12 years old. And I want Sundowner 1. ::nods:: I just drank way too much orange juice at once.
Yesterday, during Physics class, we tried to use as many Beatles references as possible during our discussion of the lesson. It got to the point that "You don't get credit for that idea, because that wasn't a Beatles reference". Highly entertaining. We were calculating forces in a dart gun. Here are a few of my favourites: ...which equals xmaxwell's silver hammer.I had fun. In other news, on my history test, I couldn't remember the name of the Senator that came up with the Missouri Compromise, so I wrote Paul McCartney. Do you think Mrs. Johnson will accept that answer? Other amusing Physics quotes: That was pretty cool. Everybody got t-shirts. That's the real important thing, you know. --Mr. Taylor They are doing a bunch of creepy things at MIT. Stay away from there. --Mr. Loh I was going to cut the tags off, but then I saw that they said "Do not use near water", so I decided to leave them on. --Mr. Taylor, as we embarked on our lab where we stuck lit light bulbs into cups of water.
Kudos to Sannali for the reccomendation! I just downloaded a bunch of music from "Jekyll and Hyde", and I love it. As I'm no longer just filking everything, I doubt if I'll use anything from "Facade" directly, but seeing as I don't live in a vacuum, I'm sure that it will have an influence on aspects of some of the songs. As for the "Men at Arms" title song, it's definitely back to Vimes. I don't know what came over me. A few days ago I was thinking about why I wanted Colon to sing it instead of Vimes, when Vimes would be much more appropriate for the song, and it occurred to me in a giant "DUH" that Vimes is incredibly speciesist, and the song would be all the more amusing if he sang it, as opposed to Colon. So that's taken care of. In other news, I now have a real driver's license, so that's good. I went to Borders yesterday to pick up a copy of "The Amazing Maurice", only to find the prices ridiculously high. I think I'll order it online, as I'm already putting together quite the shopping cart on Amazon.co.uk, my new best friend. Unfortunately, when I went back to the Minivan of Doom, the key wouldn't turn in the ignition. I panicked, as my parents were out of town and I couldn't remember my aunt's or sister's cell phone numbers. I was about to call AAA, a service that helps stranded motorists, when I found that I had programmed my aunt's number into my cell phone. I was saved! Eventually, by pummeling the steering wheel enough with brute force, I was able to disengage the messed up anti-theft device and get the blasted engine running. I hate this car with a passion. Other amusing events? Fun with telemarketers. Me: Hello?I love my life. I think I'm going to lunch now.
More character selectors. Gotta love 'em. Stolen from Rebecca M, I believe
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