xkissmeimirish's Xanga

Monday, November 01, 2004

Mon, 01 Nov 2004 01:23:56 GMT

edit. a year is too long, new xanga.

the commandments stay though.

--------------------------------
this weekend the twins came. we sat around doing pretty much...nothing, but it was nice and drama free. i missed dillinger. and i traded matt my last broadcast shirt for a pedro pin. i don't care, it was worth it. um one of my three friends is going to college, haha i love how all of my friends leave me one way or the other.
i saw lovedrug on friday. it was really neat sitting through four hours of crappy bands just to hear them play 5 songs [that's not including blackout] but it's all gravy because conor oberst was there and he was wearing a purple shirt.
um i'm going to colombus with my mom this weekend and i'm pretty much excited. i'm up for any type of city, except dayton.

i found this in an old entry, and believe it or not it's actually worth reading. so read it or die, read it or die.

The Golden Rules
of Instant Messenger

By staff writer Justin Rebello

"The most important document to emerge from a computer

since the Ten Commandments."
-Steve Case, Former Chairman and CEO of AOL

Introduction: You've seen the phenomenon. During the

semester, at least 75% of your buddy list is online. Then winter

break hits and your buddy list is hit by an apparent bubonic

plague. Because IM is so popular among us college kids, it is

befitting that we should set forth a list of rules, nay

commandments, to abide by. So here, in no particular order, is

the prevailing IM Dogma.

I. In your AIM profile, there's no need to throw in loads of

advertising space about your girlfriend/boyfriend/horse.

Granted, I may be a jaded, single fool, but when your profile

looks like this:

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Baby, I love you. I love you. Oh baby I love you and miss you.

See you soon. I love you. Baby, baby.
[Insert rows of nonsensical IM kissy-faces]
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's just annoying and disturbing. A subtle message is fine, but

if you use either MUAH or those god-awful AIM faces (more on

those in a sec), then AOL should spike you and you should be

forced to communicate your rampant I LOVE YOU's through

smoke signals you utterly whipped prick. (And that goes for

you dickwads with the "Taken" Buddy Icons. Go fuck yourself!)

II. Please stop with LOL. Only about .4% of people actually

"Laugh out Loud" and they are retarded. And don't give me

this ROTFLMAO (Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off). I'd

actually like to see you try this just so you can snap your neck

as you fall out of your chair. Good. Nothing to LOL about now,

is there?

III. Don't IM just to say "HI." Talking on AIM is the fast food

equivalent of actual conversations. Keep the messages short

and sweet. I assure you, you are not that interesting of a

person. And if you were, why I am I talking to you behind a

keyboard and miles of bandwidth?

IV. You don't have to IM someone every time they are online.

Nobody is that interesting. The average person spends more

time wiping their ass than talking to their parents. No one can

be conversational every time you IM them.

V. Stop with these oblique away messages like "Not here",

"Away", "Gone", or using an AIM face. If you had to shit, fine.

Tell us, we're concerned for your well being. And for the love of

god don't use the default away message: "I am away from my

computer right now." Don't you get disappointed when you see

that?

VI. If you are talking on a cell phone with someone and IMing

that person simultaneously, you deserve the impending

radiation cancer.

VII. Don't ever send more than 5 messages in a row to

someone. All that beeping could give someone a brain

hemorrhage. It sounds like a damn Star Wars movie on my

computer!

VIII. Stop using AIM faces. This is the lowest point of human

interaction. It is more evolved to go to your friend's house and

throw your own shit at their face.

IX. If someone sends you a link or a song to download, you are

not obligated to ever visit that link or download that song.

Making a suggestion is fine, but don't pester them about it for

days to come. You are interrupting their porn time.

X. Blocking someone is about the cruelest thing you can do to

them. Worse than murder. So if someone pisses you off, don't

block them. Ignore them. Fill them with doubt as to whether

you are still at your computer. Blocking is basically the Agent

Orange of AIM abuse. Savagely cruel, use only when

necessary.

XI. One "Bye" is all that is needed to end a convo. Too many

convos drag on and on like the first hour of Pearl Harbor. They

look a little like this:

Homo69: Ok man, later.
Buttfuk27: Yea, take it east.
Buttfuk27: easy*
Homo69: Yeah I will
Homo69: Later
Buttfuk27: Later, dude
Homo69: Goodnite
Buttfuk27: Oh hey
Homo69: Yeah?
Buttfuk27: Did you finish your paper?
Homo69: Yeah
Buttfuk27: Oh okay, cool
Homo69: ok, seeya later
Buttfuk27: Yep, bye
Homo69: Bye
Buttfuk27: Night

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Previous message was not received by Homo69 because of

error: User Homo69 really left this time.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

XII. Don't try to describe your looks in your screen name. If

your screen name is SexyGurl25, and you look like the love

child of ALF and Carrot Top, that's false advertising. Besides it

really isn't nice to trick MegaStud21, who is actually a 40 year

old unemployed bald man that installed a webcam in your

shower while you were at class.

XIII. Girls, it is not necessary to make your profiles look the

lost works of Emily Dickinson. A couple of clever lines is fine,

but honestly, no one's turning to your profile as their daily

source of sonnets.

XIV. Don't just type "yea" to your friend when you have nothing

to say. I understand the flashing IM is intimidating, and a lot of

people need to have the last word, but the "yea" is basically

IM code for: "I have lost a lot of interest in this convo, and was

kind of hoping we could just drift apart."

XV. No more than two numbers in your screen name. Three is

okay, but only if it's to signal your birthday. It's already hard to

remember what you decided to call yourself online, we really

don't need the first 100 digits of pi. If your SN is:

Queef67483857, just shorten it to Queef67. Or just Queef. I

can't imagine too many people picking that one, it's too

honest.

XVI. Don't type "BRB" then drive to Mexico. BRB has a 10

minute window. After that, it's away message time. AOL should

install a feature that will automatically send gay porn to all

your friends under your name once your comp is idle for 11

minutes after a BRB.

XVII. You can tell the mood a person is in by how much they

type. Example:

PeeWee12: Hey, man.
Meat10: Yo, what's up, dude?
= Happy

PeeWee12: Hey, man
Meat10: Hey
= Melancholy

PeeWee12: Hey, man
Meat10: Go fuck yourself.
= Not happy.

XVIII. Don't put quizzes in your profile. What is the goal,

exactly? To figure out who is your most prolific stalker?

XIV. If the Internet kicks you off, and then you sign back on, it

is your duty to re-start the convo. I don't know why this is, but

if the other person IM's you with "kicked off?" they are

obsessed with you.

XX. If someone sends you one of those IM's that say you must

IM 10 other people, in order to save a child dying of leukemia

in Indonesia, drive to his house and beat him to death with his

own keyboard. Then, take a deep breath, and go check your

email.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 18:37:16 GMT

kelly told me i look like i belong in college, with my "school girl" sense of style. weird

i love borders, i want to work there. i love the feeling i get being surrounded by books, coffee and music. my mom and i went there last week and got an ungodly amount of books between the two of us, including this really..interesting book about a jewish girl with ocd, called devil in the details. it reminds me of jon and tony but mostly of this really mod [but adorable] jewish boy named cooper, who is obsessed with his mac and myspace.

i have about 5 years of work to do in school this week that i'm really not looking forward to, including doing a project that's worthy of comparison to the past ten year's amazing crucible projects, grrreat.

times seem to be better when my friends are fewer.

and someone ripped the defeat bush-vote sticker off my car. haha, cool.

new hair;; not too much different but a lot shorter + low lights and really dark underneath.

my dad was on cnn today! showing off his awesome work for america coming together.
and my uncle is dying. which, hasn't quite hit me yet.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Wed, 20 Oct 2004 22:11:24 GMT

tomorrow this age-old hair is getting chopped, dyed and stylified. and it's a good thing, because i need a change.

[On our first date my husband asked me ''Gracie, do you dream?'' and I said ''Yes..from the time I get up in the morning 'til I go to bed at night''. You know how they say the first time is never any good? Well with us it was wonderful, I'd never felt so awake and I had to reassure him that crying was just my standard reaction to tremendous pleasure. He held me and he said that he wanted to make me cry for the rest of our lives. Flash forward 15 years and somehow the two of us became one and one. And now I find myself living with a roommate instead of a husband, and I have dogs instead of children because I can have dogs but can't have children, I've forgotten who blames who for that...and I haven't cried in a very long time.]

Monday, October 04, 2004

Mon, 04 Oct 2004 04:52:47 GMT

today was one of those days where you realize too many things at once, everything starts to fall into place. but it hits too hard and all you're left with is an anxious feeling that sits right in between your stomach and your heart.on edge all day, until something happens and you finally let it all go and evaporate into nothing.
it was also one of those days where you're perfectly content with being alone, and some of the things you do routinely and tediously, suddenly become the best things in the world, you notice things you were too blind to see before.

my so called life reminds me of when i had an actual family, you know the kind that involves 3 or more people under one roof. that memory was almost gone, or so it seems.
sometimes i wish so badly that i didn't care as much as i do, about polotics or anything of that nature. in a way i envy closed minded people, seems like they have it so much easier, not caring. although, taking the easy way out just isn't much of a challenge.

i really wish i was a lot closer to a few people, some more than others. i'm losing two of the closest friends i've ever had merely because of this extraordinary thing called the ocean, it gets in my way sometimes. it's not my fault if i can't be there. i don't understand why people don't put more effort into seeing things from other's perspectives, it would help so much.

i'm going to try and concentrate more on things that are actually going to be of benefit to me in the future, like school, and not spend 90% of my time on things that will never amount to anything.
there really is something depressing about sundays, i think it's because all it really is, is procrastinating monday. noone wants to come to terms with the fact that school/work does start tomorrow, whether you want it to or not. i know i'd rather pretend it doesn't, and that i don't actually have to wake up in 4 hours and drag myself into the shower once again.

"i, i held her hand so tight
cuz words don't come out right
and she sees things at night.
me, i'm closer to the door
i don't get scared no more
but i don't know the score.
if i could hold them in my hand,
i'd make them understand
i'm not a haunted mind, i'm not a thoughtless kind."

Friday, October 01, 2004

Fri, 01 Oct 2004 01:57:10 GMT

i like placebo a lot, and by placebo i mean lovedrug.

this week has been a bit of a doozy.
i'm running on about 3 hours of sleep.

30 second video clips and naps have my heart.

my decision to put faith in myself rather than a god i've never seen nor prayed to is entirely my own, it's not going to change. and if that bothers you, i'm sorry. but i'm not the one with the problem.

i miss this one kid a lot. he's as good as best friends come, and means more to me than sleep. but i'll see him soon, and we'll have girl talks and cuddle and take 30 second video clips and watch movies all day long. best kept secret this side of the states.

three cheers for watching the presidential debates twice in one day. i hate having the same teacher for two periods, i really do.

so i've come to the conclusion that it's impossible not to judge people. after all it's only human nature. i assume way too many things, i need to quit.
there's a point where procrastination eventually stops, but it's the place in between start and finish that makes my stomach churn. no matter how bad i feel about not doing something, i'll still continue to not do it. is that bad?

my mom finished her thesis.
she dedicated it to my sister and i, it was a kodak moment.
phd*, here she comes.

deathcab in 13 days.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Sun, 26 Sep 2004 00:47:57 GMT

who needs college? not rosemary.

last night was fun, even though it was a sad occasion. erin, jon and i got lost about 15 times on the way to the great going away picnic, jon was trying to convince me that we weren't really invited and that she made this park up. but we finally made it, with our work-of-art cupcakes, and 6 cards. if there were an award for best cupcake decoration, i would get it. because i'm just...that good.
afterwards was the bonfire at kyle's, lovely people and lovely times. we didnt' stay long but it was still fun. goodbye's seriously kill me, this summer i've said more than i have in my entire life, and i hate it. i'm already looking forward to rosie coming back, it'll be great.
erin and i almost died on the way to and from the party because we couldn't breathe we were laughing so hard. jon is a funny guy.

i'm back to sleeping 85% of my life.
i've come to the conclusion that i go out way too much on weekdays, i could be spending this time sleeping.
chemistry is ruining my life, i hate my teacher.

the end of october is looking really, really good. i can't wait.

today i got a homecoming dress, for a homecoming i don't even want to go to. it's all just too dramatic. erin makes the world a better place, seriously, her laugh alone is awesome. and last night we decided our friendship contract goes up to atleast our 30's.
unfortunately i've spent barely any time with kelly, anca or jamie lately due to current events, and i miss them so hard.

possibly more pictures soon, i went to the bled on wednesday. there were no high hopes shot to the ground, because i just wasn't expecting much. but they still have my heart and always will. james menos told me he liked my belt. kyle and matt are muh boys, tonnes of fun was had with them and...i don't deserve to get introduced to people, because..chances are, i won't remember your name.

love,
amelia.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 03:24:04 GMT

you need touch? feel this;

there's nothing i ever could, or would do to keep you from being happy.
be happy.
but don't make up excuses as to why you haven't called.

also, fuck you, and your untouchable face.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Sun, 19 Sep 2004 17:36:57 GMT

so.

last night was my sister's apartment warming? party. with all my fellow gay boys, erin, kelly and jamie.
quentin tried to teach jamie and i how to dance. apparently, jamie moves her hips rather well. and, i suck.
guacamole has my heart.
so do cupcakes.

dancing and booties and techno mixes make my day.

quentin trying to teach me to move my hips.

jamie darling, i had to.

last but not least, my favorite gay boy
and, the funniest man alive.

friday didn't turn out the way it was supposed to.
it was meant to be coffee affair and bw3's and tonnes of fun. but i ended up falling asleep and waking up with the night way too far ahead of me, i hate it when that happens.
kyle picked me up instead, and him, myself, maggie and three people i don't know went to applebees. i ended up having a lot of fun, kyle ripped maggie's finger off and he suffocated me in a picture. rough or whatttt. never the less, i love him.

stud muffin.

todayyy is the mall with erin,scott and jon, then home, and homework..then procrastinating monday.

i miss rosemary. no signs of HER this weekend, jerk. but we have a date for napoleon dynamite and she betttter not forget it, wink wink.
also, i miss chris. haven't talked to him in what seems like forever and i'm going through withdrawl.

Friday, September 10, 2004

Fri, 10 Sep 2004 04:14:44 GMT

dear pretty green eyes,
my only companion,
live forever.

[technically yesterday] my sister is 23.
[technically yesterday] i quit my ''bad habit''. but
for real this time
never say you've done something until you do it.

at 23, my sister is finally flying solo.
after 16 years of fighting, arguing, fighting, arguing, fighting, arguing...i miss her. or maybe it's just the presence of another person that i miss? just two people now, just two.
rather lonesome in my mansion* now, truely.

b e a u t i f u l new camera today, i'm inlove.

give me the beat boys and free my soul, i want to get lost in your rock&roll and drift away.
thanks for the joy you've given me, i want you to know, i believe in your song. rhythm and ryhme and harmony. you've helped me along, making me strong.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 18:31:39 GMT

do you want to hear it?

'cause i'd like to tell you
___________________

last night was pretty eventful.
rosemary picked me up to go to the show, we got there exactly on time and the doors weren't even open, so we decided we were too cool to stay and went to the emporium, great smoothies. we went back and tried to rescue the cake cooper brought and the cupcakes that were melting in the back of rosemary's car. in the end it all got eaten so i guess molly's bday present was a success even if it almost melted away. doors didn't end up opening until about 430 for a show that was meant to start at 3 because of the massive amounts of awesome bands that were dying to play a show for the 937. just kidding, but i did get to see the two i wanted to see. too bad i left early because evidently i missed some great bands...alter fest wasn't too interesting, so kyle matt erin scott and i went to applebees, waited an hour for our food, the boys had some awesome conversations about crapping in the meantime, and then got bitched at by our waitress cuz someone gave her a 40c tip, when she messed up our order anyway. rosemary and bryan stopped by because i'm awesome and forgot to get my phone back from him, always pleasant seeing two of my favorite people..twice in one day.
after applebees scott and i went back to erin's, where she would have to stay alone that night. i'd be scared too if i had to stay in a big house in the middle of nowhere all on my own. so we must have been in the house for about half an hour before scott and i were lame and wanted to go home and sleeeeep. we walk outside, and notice that someone rubbed shit, yep, actually human feces all over his driver side window. we ran inside and erin and i collapsed from laughing so hard, then when the humor continued it wasn't so funny anymore, we drove down the end of her driveway to find a single roll of toilet paper sitting there, minding it's own business and little scraps of paper leading from her bus stop shelter, then out on the road her mailbox had been beaten to a pulp and knocked to the ground. funny how these things happen, and scary how it happend in thirty minutes when i had been outside on the back porch the whole time and didn't hear a thing. fucking aliens that's what it was. didn't end up leaving til about 2 because erin was petrified. scott popped in dimmu borgir straight away, then got out of the car and went to pick up the mailbox. ran the whole 4 feet back to the car because he decided that listening to dimmu borgir that late at night, when there were aliens on the loose was just too fucking scary. apparently dillinger escape plan fit the mood a bit better.

so it's monday now, and i got a good 12 hours of sleep. today is going to consist of procrastinating, cleaning the house, and homework.
be jealous.

love,
amelia.

ps;; i'm going to see deathcab 10/13/04.