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Name: whosenhiemer
Gender: Female
Interests: acting, reading, playing piano, writing, latin, making jewelry, singing at the top of my lungs to the radio when I'm alone, making people laugh
Expertise: being a drama queen, making iced tea, quoting movies, and talking about things that nobody can understand
Occupation: student
Industry: none, yet
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
8/28/2006
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| Heloooo,
All I can say is "Thank goodness!" As it turns out, I have tonsillolith, not tonsillitis. Tonsillolith is not at all serious or contagious. It's rather disgusting, so I won't explain it.
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| 'Sup Cake (or something like that),
Have any of you ever had one of those days when you wake up late (with a sore throat), and you're late to church and everything goes wrong with the the orchestra you're in, and then you get up to the piano to do the offertory and you realize you forgot your book, but you have it memorized, so you go ahead and play and you stop halfway through and you completely blank out. You don't even remember how the piece ends, so your pastor graciously excuses and tell the congregation how much you've had on your plate, but still it's all you can do to keep the tears at bay until you get to your pew.Then you don't stop crying for twenty minutes. Then the next day you complain of a sore throat so your Mom looks at it and it looks like tonsillitis. So Tuesday you don't go to the most important Shakespeare class on Hamlet, so you have to write a comparison essay "blind." Then you have a bad night's sleep, and you're still sick the next day (duh! tonsillitis doesn't go away on it's own)and... Well, y'all probably get the point. This is how my week has been turning out. Today was just as bad. At least I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, and if it is tonsillitis (which is inconclusive at this point), I won't get surgery for at least a month, according to my mother.
p.s. Please forgive my atrocious grammar. | | |
| It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Actually, it was the time (okay, is the time) when I was supposed to be memorizing a monologue, a drama piece, and writing an original oratory. For those of you out there who have been bugging me to participate in NCFCA, you should be happy to know that you will be seeing me come February, being my usual drama-queen self. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I have decided to address an important political issue that the main stream media has been avoiding.
I have told myself (and many people) that I will never, absolutely NEVER become a debater. There are times, however, when my country calls that I cannot turn it down. The time has come for the truth to be told. No matter what persecution I endure, I have to get this off my chest so that I can say that I took a stand for something, something that may test the very fabric of our nation. The truth is this: CAKE IS SOOO INFINITELY SUPEREOUR TO PIE!!!!HA HA HA!! THE TRUTH HAS BEEN SPOKEN!!
Granted, Italian Pie kicks some serious gludius maximus, but even the best pie cannot stand up to a good cake. Take Better-Than-Christmas Cake, the chocolate chips, the german chocolate shavings, all swirling in a mass of moist, tender, vanilla cake. The cake mix is complimented with sour cream and instant vanilla pudding mix. I mean, come on, doesn't that make your mouth water? Okay, so the sour cream does sound a little zainy, but it gives the cake moisture.
I suppose I should expect that some of you will stop reading my xanga. But, I will sleep better knowing that I have told the truth.
Fare thee well,
the beautiful poet
p.s. I have not read the emrald_shadow57 xanga about this, I just know what it is about (girls know everything about their brothers). Any similarity in phrasing is completely coincidental. | | |
| I don't really know what to write, I just got tired of my brother telling me I need to update. Life is pretty cool. Nothing new. How about y'all? Anything new? Oh, and please do not comment on the fact that I say "y'all." We are in the South, after all, and "y'all" is as acceptable in the south as home made iced tea. Sometimes it truly amazes me how many people in Virginia are not Southern. Many people have made a funbox out of me for saying "y'all," one of them was just 7-years-old. In truth, however, I am only half southern, for even though my father was born in West Virginia, and spent a few childhood years south of the Mason-Dixon Line, he spent most of his growing-up years in Connecticut. Now my mother is from a little town 2 hours south of Fredricksburg called West Point (no, not the Academy, I am talking about 2 stoplights, people). West Point probably has a population of about 2000 or 3000. How did I get on this subject? Well, anyhow, now that you know everything about my family history, I think I'll say goodnight to "y'all" and, ahem, uh, finish my homework. | | |
| It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the loneliest of times, it was the most companionable of times. It was actually a time of my parents being out of the house for three and a half hours so me and my brother sat in front of our iSight and sipped cold Root Beer and burped our heads off!!!!(maniacle laugh)
But seriously folks, it was so funny. Everytime me or my (excuse me, my brother or I) brother would let out a big one, we would crack up laughing. We actually recorded about nine minutes of burping. After that (or before, I don't remember), we took turns recording ourselves on iMovie lip-syncing (that's probabaly not how you spell that) to songs while the other one interpreted danced in the background. My brother lip-syanc to a bunch of old songs I didn't even understand. I therefore thought "rockin' roll" was rocket something. needless to say I looked ridicules jumping up and down trying to look like a rocket. I at least lip-sanc (pardon spelling and or grammar) to songs that were easy to dance interpretively to ("Cry" [Mandy Moore], "Immortal"and "Hello" [Evanescence]). | | |
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