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Wonder who you're thinking of now
What you're planning for, wishing for
If I never talk to you, how,
How will I stand to be ignored?

Wonder who you're talking to now
What you're telling her, charming her
If I never see you, how,
How can I compete with her?

Wonder if you're singing praise now
What you're praying for, fasting for
God knows I'd give it all, now
Give it all to be just like before.



Ignore my random ramblings.
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Y'know, to the untrained eye tiredness could easily be confused with a total, out-of-this-world crack high. Which I have.. Tiredness, I mean. I don't do tha drug thang.

Anyway, just got done watching Popular, which was toally amusing but then really sad. And that poor.. couple. Lily, is it? You can tell I'm not a regular watcher. But it's funny. I like that Marie Cherry chick. She amuses me. It's like.. a bunch of people at school. /Exactly/ the same, and they're not /trying/ to be stupid or anything.

I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk!
I'm too sexy for my cat,
I'm too sexy for my cat,
Pussy, poor pussy cat,


Let's talk about ONE, baby,
You gotta hear me out
Do you really wanna be the last to know,
What it's all about?

Goosedammit! I'm tired! Tomorrow, I get to go... *BOUNCE* to my first Swedish trip orientation! Yaaaaaay! And I got an email from Erika - I'm so psyched! Gotta make it through Austria first, though. Y'know what? My math grade is gonna kick ass this goal. My last three tests have been 92, 96 and 93. Sweet, or sweet? I think the answer here is obvious.. *whip crack*.

And so on. 3/7 are gu-uys. Okay, how weird is this.. this guy I know got dumped, right, and now he's trying to convince me I like him. Granted, it was /really/ early in the morning and I was totally bitchy, and shot him down rather quickly, but I'm SOOOO not interested. *whimper* Only one guy's caught my fancy, right Amanda? *swoon* "Awww, isn't that cute wanna go to prom next year?" Just gracefully slide it into the sentence. Hey, you gotta plan early. Though at least I have my safety rope.. I'm one of the first to notice how adorable he is.. *cuddle* Mwah-HAH!

I'm seriously looking forward to going up north this summer with Erika. Strut around in my little bikini and release my inner flirt that's begging for a decent chance. Ehehe.

A walk? At 10PM? Of course!

I was going to say something important, but it got away from me. Hmph. Must've been a lie.

I wonder who reads this. I know Wood does, and Bean. Wow, it's been a long time since I called Ange Bean. I'll have to start again. Shall I explain the history? Here it is:

Angelica
Jelly
Jellybean
Bean.

My nickname is just weird. Rebecca -> Bec -> Becs -> Bex -> And, for some oddly Mark-related reasong, Diana started calling me Sex. Dev used to call me babe. Till he got to know me, I suppose. :P But it made me feel good. So props to Dev, and to Naalti, too.


Right. Well, I'm too sexy for this journal and waaaaay over-tired, so I'm gonna drag this cute little tush.. somewhere different. Ciao, dahlings!
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Shame, Matchbox 20:

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it's gone
Past yourself forget the light, things look dirty when it's on
Funny how it comes to pass, that all the good slips away
And there's no one around you can remember being good to you

(chorus 1)
Shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you
and open up more
Shame, Shame, Shame

What we lost here is something better left alone
Second steps have been forgotten, will you tell me how they go
Set yourself, situate, like a fool try again
There's no one around you can remember being good, for you
so

(chorus 2)
Shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you
And open up more
Shame, shame, shame
Shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you
and open up more
Shame, shame, shame

We never thought we'd get so troubled
We could never think that much
It should never get this bad

So let the wind blow ya, across a big floor
But there's no one around who can tell us what we're here for
Funny in a certain light, how we all look the same
And there's no one in life you can remember ever stood,
for you, so

(chorus 2)
---^---^---^---^---^---^---^---

As I said, bugger me. Fear is our only inhibitor. Fear stops us from doing things we /damn/well/wanted/to/fricking/DO!

And all the flipping time, I said I wasn't afraid of dieing! And I am! I am so, so, so scared! I'm so scared that it has my hiding in the corners, trembling and pushing back on the closing darkness! HIding from the INEVITABLE! Because we're all going to die. Whether it's in a car, because some drunk bastard plows into you, or because of a cancer that eats away at your FUTURE.

And I told him I wasn't afraid of death. I argued with him, like I always did. "How can you be so silly?" said I. "How can you fear death? It's so simple and easy". And then I LOST his friendship because I was too afraid to die. Too afraid to take a chance when my stomach said no. Too afraid to trust him.

And yeah.. I have a heart. I have a damn good heart. That's not going anywhere because I never learned to share. And NOBODY is ever, ever getting a piece of it.. "All for me, none for you", Angelica might say. I need my heart. I need it more than anyone else. And to the victor go the spoils. If you want this, you'll have to fight me for it. And trust me, it's not worth the trouble.

Sorry this doesn't make any sense.. I'm spread thinner than possible right now, and this is just a little rip in the surface as I begin to tear apart. Just you wait.. It'll all come out in the wash. And maybe, by the end, I can do it all over. And Cameron would never die, and my parents wouldn't impress this fear into me, and I'd be free to take risks and die happy. Instead of death before life. Dying before I've lived, at all.
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Anyhoo...

So, at the lunch table, it comes up that Wood wants to flatten her abs. Okay, I think. Now she's going on a Veggie-Fruit fast. Ack. Anyway, she needed motivation to do it, and she really wants me to apologize or something to mark, and I said "If you don't do it, I'll never, ever talk to Mark again". Easy, on my part. But of course, she had to change it. The deal is set:

If she flattens her abs by her birthday party (June 9th), I have to take her and Mark to the movies.

Di chipped in and said she'd come too. Isn't that sweet?

So yeah, I'm SCREWED. But oh well, it should be fun to see if she can actually do it. Now on to the Weather. Frank?

Yes, thankyou. The weather look stormy on the romantic Horizon, as there's a cold front moving in. For one, Di won't talk to Marcus or however you spell his name. So I end up chatting to him in Math. He's.. funny. We learned how to say "bend over", "come play with me in my bedroom", "spank my monkey" and "give me a beer" in German. It was.. A learning experience. But anyway, as time goes on, he seems really different to her. She's so.. chaste. And he's so... not. But anyway.

On MY romantic forecast, a guy I had my eye on isn't coming on the trip in which I was going to set a few wheels in motion, etc. So I'm up Shit's Creek without a paddle, so to speak. Anyway.. I'm looking forward to the Orientation on Saturday, because 3/8 going are guys. Yay!

So I'm in the Computer Lab, critiquing Beth's paper. Top Job, really. And I'm bored.. and I /really/ need to go to the bathroom. So I'll wrap this up.. Torture you all later!
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Yes, yes, I'm updating again. Angelica's been hounding me. She wishes to be mentioned - and here it is. I wouldn't update if it weren't for her. So you can chase her down with pitchforks, etc.

Right, so what's been happening...
We-ell, only three weeks of school left - They drag on forever. School's speeding up, etc, so I have a mammoth amount of homework to hand in. Pity I haven't done it.. ;)

And I got a solo in choir! *beam* The opening of One Day More, from Les Mis. I sang Cosette's part, a duet with Guppie. Beth sang Eponine's part (I swore I wouldn't sing on stage without her) and CJ was Val Jean. I was /so/ scared beforehand and kept losing my note - ask any choir member, I was freaking out. I had to hold Olga's hand on stage, and we shared a quiet prayer before I walked down the risers.. up to the microphone.. CJ sang, then I opened my mouth and my voice came out! Not shaking, not cracking, perfect! Usually, when I have to sing on stage, my leg starts twitching and I fall over. It's terrible. Y'know? Anyway, that all worked out, I was grinning like a fool, and...

I decided not to quit choir.

I mean, I'm finally getting somewhere.. I think I've earned Weiler's appreciation and respect. It's about bloody time. Mr Fremuth isn't exactly pleased that I'll have a 7-class load in Junior year, but oh well.. he's going to make me drop it as a senior. Over my cold, stiff, rotting corpse! But I'll settle that later.. Mwahaha.

Hmm.. what else? I'm dying to go to the movies. I want to see "A Knight's Tale", "Evolution", "Planet of the Apes" and "Pearl Harbor". So I should prolly start saving.

Moving on.. Oh yes, Driver's Ed. I can't remember if I've written anything about this.. so I'll say it over! *beam*

I'm taking DEd with Ange and Lois. We have.. the biggest class of snots.. in the ENTIRE world. The two girls in the front row? COMPLETE airheads. It's amazing they don't just float away. They whisper and pass notes for the entire class. Ack. Then there's this girl who talks. Talks like there's NO tomorrow (which isn't such a terrible concept..) Then Mr Brookenthal, our teacher. All I have to say is: "And so much for that".

Then there's my actual driving instructor. Well, I've had two so far. Mr. Flint.. learned his life story already. Did you know, and listen, cos this is amazing, that he's been through college 6 times, has a grandaughter named Grace, was in the airforce, is the only AF teacher in this area, wanted to teach but was drafted, lives up north and drives miles every morning, is loved by his grandkids, grows trees to sell to landscapers, and a million other things..

The other one is Mr. Weiner. The Hitler of Alert Driving. "Mr. Flint's been soft on you, hasn't he? Too busy talking to teach you how to drive? If this were the Road Test you would've failed by now. We're gonna teach you to drive properly!" Crack that whip... *whimper*. I suck at driving.. Weiner's car drifts really badly, Flint's doesn't. Weiner lets you drive, Flint doesn't. Each has their pros and cons.

Hmm.. what else.. Little things.

- Debbie's basement haunts me now! Even when it's quiet, it's still noisy. I can hear all the noises I've ever heard down there, and there are faces in the shadows. When I walk down there.. I expect Mark to suddenly jump out from behind the door and hurl the little stuffed footballs at me, or crawl out of the little plastic cubby house. I expect Elly to come zooming down the hall on Collin's scooter, or Carla to be standing there with the foam cowboy hat perched on her head. That basement has too many memories already, and when I walk down there, my heart quickens. And it's fear.. I can't figure out why.

- I don't know where it started, but I had something from Amanda's Forensics piece in my profile. It had been there for weeks. Next thing I know, her screenname pops up. It's Joe. I never should have answered.. but he starts bitching at me about how it's not nice to laugh about it, how it "probably upsets" Amanda. I tried to be mature, saying that if it bothered Amanda then she could speak to me about it, but noooo.. I ended up signing off, and yes, it's gone from my profile. I am so sick of him bothering me! I wish Amanda would just /tell/me/ if something bothers her, and not make me have to hear it from Joe. Because, frankly, I can't stand it!

Anyways, better run. Stuff to do, etc. I'll upload this, and I think I'll mess with the colors some. Tell me what y'think!
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Excuse me while I find my head.. I seem to have laughed it off..

Tomorrow, we start school at 9. Guess what time I'll be showing up? 715. That's right. Cry for me. Cry! "Geez, Monica, I feel like you should have German subtitles" - Friends tonight.

I'm loooosing my mind. I'm just.. confused. WHy do things work for other people and not me? Oh, and why are all the seniors dating freshman? Gag me. And why is Alex all over Brian? That's just.. weird. Speaking of which, the conversation in the bathroom was highly amusing.

Oh, oh, I tried out for solos in choir.. I told Weiler I wasn't coming back next year and he was all sad... *freakish cackle* Then I was talking to Olga and I said "Well, I was thinking about trying out for BV again, but then I though no.. not coming back" and Weiler said something along the lines of "Yeah, I regret that". That'll teach him... I just regret not getting a chance. I mean, Brooke is so much better than me, but what happened to Seniority? I mean, even if I was in BV I'd still be leaving after this year, then she could take my spot.. I only wanted one chance. But oh well.. spilled milk, really.

But, back to the solos. Olga recorded this high-pitched shriek, and at the end Weiler shrieked, and when replayed it sounds like a chicken at the end. So Olga kept turning it up, replaying, over and over. It was hilarious. I think I upset Weiler with the 3rd Graders seeing porn story.. but hey, it was in the school paper. Sue me.

Anyway. Tomorrow I have a French test.. easy pie. Then I have to go to a benefit for YWFC, which should be.. enthralling. Y'know. Dinner and speeches. I need.. Trucker's tablets.. you know. What are they called, the ones that keep you awake? Anyway, I'll need those to keep me.. awake. Okay, that was redundant.

I keep losing the thread here.. I tell you, I'm going insane. It's before nine and I think I might actually get into bed. I'm tired. But I want something to drink, or something cold first. It's getting really hot - not that I object... break out the short-shorts - and our house is suffocatingly.. hot. Ahh, my linguistic skills are failing me.

And excuse the difference in moods from the last post. PMS, you know how it is. Well, half of you. The Midol is bloody hopeless, I tell ya. Hopeless. And I had a chat with some other people, turns out they bombed the chem test too, so I'm not as worried anymore. I'm upset, but it'll be okay. I'll just average out my EC points from the fudge. I hope. I hate the fact that a class I couldn't give a flying &%*# about is dragging down my entire average. A class I will never, ever use again if I can help it. A teacher I loooooathe. Baaaaah.. stupidness.

And speech? Holy #$&*@#$ mother. Wow. I can't believe I'm censoring this. Oh well. Must be the medication. I had a nice chat with Weiler about Midol. I told him he didn't understand. His response? "Of course I do. Why do you think I get so bitchy every 28 days?" LMAO. You know, he's pretty decent sometimes. I had fun this afternoon, with Olga and CJ. We were just mucking around.. I think Weiler's really changed his opinion of me. He's heard me sing a lot more.. I've become more confident. I think I'm almost over the whole.. deathly-afraid-of-being-onstage thing. I seriously almost wet myself at Culture Day.. I coulda died. But so much for my psych issues.

I'm still mildly pissed.. I talked to Debbie today, hehe. Her, beer in hand, barefoot, picking the peeling skin from her legs and talking about her husband's attitude problem. Me, school uniform, just done with homework, waiting for her to say something embarrassing. She does funny impressions, though. Teehee. She spent too long in Australia.

But anyway, better wrap this up. I have to find some song lyrics to paste in here, then I'm going to bed, my lovelies! *smooch* Have a good night, wekk, life!

"American Psycho"
Treble Chargers


Nevermind, can't find them and mum's yelling. Cya.

Sleep

May. 1st, 2001 02:01 pm
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Sometimes.. I just get /tired/. I just get sick of trying and failing, trying and failing at EVERYTHING. So sick of attempting to do something that I think should be easy, and once again.. receiving a failing mark, a rejection, something else to discourage me. It gets so hard to keep your hopes up when you have no reason to. Sometimes, I think it would be better if I just.. stopped trying. Stopped trying to make my life what I want it to be and just let it all go. Like being in a kayak in whitewater rapids and deciding it's too hard to try and steer.. to just let myself fly off the edge of the waterfall. And no, I won't tell my parents about all the bad grades I get. Because then I lose things I like. And I'd rather have those things than help my grades, frankly, because I just don't care anymore. I'm too tired.

I have terrible cramps.. I never get cramps. My period was a whole week late - a whole week of being paranoid, expecting it to show up in the middle of a class or something equally as embarrassing..

You know what makes me mad? All that shit about not being able to find another date, and now he has one.. all of this nonsense and hatred and unhappiness for fuck all.

At least we have Friday off school.. it's the middle of Chem and I'm almost crying. I don't know what to do anymore! I just.. have no idea. I've never been like this, never gotten such terrible grades.. nothing.

And when nobody helps you.. ugh. I just want to cry and cry.. until I can't possible care anymore. I want.

I'm trying out for a solo tonight. It's horrible when you already know who'll get it, yet still feel compelled to try.. and fail. Try and fail. Something occured to me last night - I wonder what would happen if I became anorexic. I wonder who would care, and what would happen. Maybe I could succeed at losing weight. Can't fail that, all you have to do is stop eating. Maybe it feels better and doesn't hurt as much.

It's really cold up here.. I'm shivering. In French I was burning up, it was so hot in the room. In History today, we had to compare our calorie counts. One guy had over 4000 calories. Isn't that gross? I had 1020, pretty close to what the other girls in my class had. All the guys had over 2000.

I started driving... possibly another thing for me to fail at. The guy is mean.. I guess he expects me to know how to drive, even though I had never, ever driven before. I'd never even fully sat in the drivers seat - I mean, what the hell? How am I supposed to know? When I got in the car, I said "I've never driven before". His response? "Oh, so now you tell me". Jackass. What the hell crawled up his butt and died? I heard his life story as I was driving. Snore. And he makes me put my elbow on the console - My arms aren't that long! Every time I moved it off the console, he grabbed it and put it on again. He ticks me off.

Songs I really like right now:
Bad Habit - The Offspring
American Psycho - Treble Chargers
Big Girl - Angela Ammons
Jaded - Aerosmith?

I'm a big girl.. I'm a very good girl.. and you don't have to worry about me this time, trust me I'll be fine..

It's how I feel right now, around my parents. I just wish they'd go away half the time.

Hey yeah, did you ever think of letting go, and hey, yeah, before I lose my mind?

Now I know how far you'd go, to be the next freak show, American Psycho, cover of the magazines, patron saint to troubled teens, wish I never knew your name...

Ja-ded, and I'm the one who jaded you..

I miss Australia terribly. Everything was so much nicer there, I was so happy.. so much happier than I am here. I just want to go home. I just want to get off the plane at Sydney airport and feel the blast of warm air hit my face, the smell of seawater, clear skies, the smell of all the trees and plants, all the people, the happiness I feel when I know I finally belong. Compared to here.. stepping off the plane, bundled in a winter jacket, looking at strange face who don't know or care about me, the smell of smog, car tires, burned rubber, the homeless people, cigarette smoke, the cacophonous noise. Studying instead of taking rides on the harbor, and feeling the cool water spray up.. Staying indoors instead of walking with Kath, learning from her knowledge of all the edible plants on our route, chewing lemongrass and eating the sourplums, honeysuckle, stopping in Eaglemont to buy Timtams. The feel of the sun warming my back.. here, the feel of stares on my back. Even if people aren't looking, I feel their eyes.

I am so tired.. somebody, put me to sleep.
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All the wolves, all the lies
The false hopes, the goodbyes
The reverses...

Can't we all just live our lives,
With our children and our wives,
Till that happier day arrives,
How can you ignore
All the witches..
All the giants..
No.. more...

What a mother of a day... nothing worked out. I am so stressed I just break into tears at a thought. I just did it then. I spent half an hour wandering in the woods, crying and stumbling because I couldn't see where I was going. That's right, people never think of who's left behind in the end! And there's only so many deep breaths you can take before the tears spill over and all the memories come flooding back, and there's one thing you want that everyone else seems to have, but you just can't.. and every little sorrow leads to something.. another pain, completely unrelated, and you start crying again, simply.. because it makes you feel better.

Like vinegar on open wounds.. everything hurts over again. Every time! "What was your first big decision? Your first boyfriend or girlfriend? Too many to pick from?" And to look at all the grinning faces, the blushes, the smug expressions that taunt me and point out everything I lack. And then I see guys treating guys like shit.. and the reverse, and I wonder what's wrong with me? Could I do no better job? What makes HER better than ME? Why is it that there's one person for everyone but mine.. isn't here? Mine was slaughtered in a train wreck, hit by a drunk driver, moved to another school.. anything. And we're all so lost without them. And nobody understands.

"I'll lend you
For a little while
A child of mine"
He said..

The opening to a poem we were given when Cam died. For the ones who were left behind.
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Lookie.. someone hates me! That gives me a really warm, fuzzy feeling, y'know? Today I was sent this email, from alias "Hottie":

"bex,"

lately, i've been reading that journal you keep and have come to the conclusion that you seem to be a huge bitch to other people sure, it seems like the people who you never say their names but always hint towards are mean to you too, but sereously now! and this guy who keeps blocking you - if you don't want to talk to him, I don't see why it would matter at all and your teachers who put the bad comments about you on your report card, you should just tell them I really doubt they read your journal, so chances are they arent gonna know what youre thinking - stop being a wimp and tell them flat out and two more things: are you that lazy that instead of italicising words you have to put slashes /next/ to them? come on, it's really aggrevating and it doesnt take much more time to hit the I last but not least, you are not as funny as you must think you seem to be, because there are too many bits in your journal that are just so completely stupid, pointless, uterly NOT-FUNNY or AMUSING - like the pillow deal and where you sleep with it? who cares Im suprised you have the friends that you do with the attitude Ive only read about so far, which seems bad Im just telling you my honest opinion, I dont expect a reply actually I dont want one



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v^v^Andrew^v^v

Fun, huh? In general.. why read it if you don't like it? This is my /journal/. I publish it for people to read /if/they/want/. Oh, and there isn't an I key. If I want italics, I have to use HTML. Which is actually an extra 7 characters that, yes, frankly I'm too lazy to type. But yes, in response to most of your arguments, I'll write about what I want because a) it's my journal and b) yes, one or two people actually do find me amusing and enjoy reading this, hence why I update. So why dontcha just pull your head outta your ass.. there we go.. and we can start over? Oh, and I don't appreciate the way you put my name in quotation marks. It's Bex, okay? No need for sarcasm, sweetie. Oh, one more thing - You claim that I'm too lazy to press the (nonexistant) I key, yet you leave out a rather vital one - It's called a period, doll-face. It's a rather vital form of punctuation, much more important that italicizing.

So! Now that's out of the way.. Finished my history paper, though it sucks. Had a discussion with Jen about exactly /what/ is supposed to go in the conclusion, so if you know, please say!

Going to Washington D.C tomorrow, so hopefully I'll be able to take some good pictures to send to Kath, who is, right now, holed up in a hopsital having her knee operated on - a moment of silence for her, please.

Hmm, what else.. Oh, the Chem lab. I have to work on that.. I need my chem grad to come up this goal or I'm.. uh.. screwed. Yep.

Oh, anyone who disagrees with.. what was it.. Hottie? IM me - I have something for you.. *innocent whistle*

Write again later!

Damn /it/!

Apr. 7th, 2001 06:22 pm
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Okay, obviously, that posted twice.. eh-heh-heh..
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I am in a shitty mood. Everything is kinda falling apart. Guess it's just one of those days when everything goes wrong, and the good things just piss you off 'cos they're too forced. If that makes any sense.

I'm so angry! I could just.. sit down and cry, because I don't know what else to do right now. I know I have to pick up my grades if I want to do any good in my life, but I don't care anymore! I couldn't care less if I ended up as some bum on the streets, because right now it's sounding highly appealing. Better than this hell.

I need Kath to come over.. that's what I need. A good fix of that Brazenor insanity'll get me rolling again.

Don't think someone will be bothering me for a while. It's time I put him in his place. I have enough hassles without him pissing me off with his insincerity and creepy, stalkerish habits. As I said to Diana on the matter of ghosts and the supernatural: "I have too many issues with material bothers to worry about ones I can't see." And that's my lil' pearl of wisdom for today.

I have a splitting headache.. just shoot me now, let the blood spill forth upon the earth in swirls of mahoghany beauty, seep into the cracks and furrows and be lost forever, only to be a whisper in the wind or a song, caught on the edge of a memory. <--- Harper's Tale-ish me.

Yes.. I like this song. "Shoulda Been A Cowboy" by Toby Keith. Can't seem to find the lyrics.. ugh. I know them, but I'm too lazy to type 'em all out.

And I also like the new Trane song, "Drops Of Jupiter":

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way

Just.. pretty. Mysterious. Mum promised to buy me a dress even though I have no dances to go to. Good. All I want is the dress.


'Cos baby, the way you burned me, I should be ashes by now.. D'you hear me?! You're an egotistical asshole and I have armies on my size, and I hateyouhateyouhateyouhateyou! I will destroy you, if you don't do the job yourself. Ahem. That was my bit of angst for today. Don't y' just hate the bastards?

Ahh, I'm looking forward to going up north. I'll be working out from not till 4th July, so hopefully I'll look good in my new swimsuit.. :P Mwahaha. I hope Barb brings up her friends, otherwise I'll have nobody to impress. Damn.

Eh, I'm leavin'. Hopefully Di'll sleep here tonight and save me from the depths of despair. Fun!

Cya 'round.. some rounder than others... Snicker.
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I am in a shitty mood. Everything is kinda falling apart. Guess it's just one of those days when everything goes wrong, and the good things just piss you off 'cos they're too forced. If that makes any sense.

I'm so angry! I could just.. sit down and cry, because I don't know what else to do right now. I know I have to pick up my grades if I want to do any good in my life, but I don't care anymore! I couldn't care less if I ended up as some bum on the streets, because right now it's sounding highly appealing. Better than this hell.

I need Kath to come over.. that's what I need. A good fix of that Brazenor insanity'll get me rolling again.

Don't think someone will be bothering me for a while. It's time I put him in his place. I have enough hassles without him pissing me off with his insincerity and creepy, stalkerish habits. As I said to Diana on the matter of ghosts and the supernatural: "I have too many issues with material bothers to worry about ones I can't see." And that's my lil' pearl of wisdom for today.

I have a splitting headache.. just shoot me now, let the blood spill forth upon the earth in swirls of mahoghany beauty, seep into the cracks and furrows and be lost forever, only to be a whisper in the wind or a song, caught on the edge of a memory. <--- Harper's Tale-ish me.

Yes.. I like this song. "Shoulda Been A Cowboy" by Toby Keith. Can't seem to find the lyrics.. ugh. I know them, but I'm too lazy to type 'em all out.

And I also like the new Trane song, "Drops Of Jupiter":

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way

Just.. pretty. Mysterious. Mum promised to buy me a dress even though I have no dances to go to. Good. All I want is the dress.


'Cos baby, the way you burned me, I should be ashes by now.. D'you hear me?! You're an egotistical asshole and I have armies on my size, and I hateyouhateyouhateyouhateyou! I will destroy you, if you don't do the job yourself. Ahem. That was my bit of angst for today. Don't y' just hate the bastards?

Ahh, I'm looking forward to going up north. I'll be working out from not till 4th July, so hopefully I'll look good in my new swimsuit.. :P Mwahaha. I hope Barb brings up her friends, otherwise I'll have nobody to impress. Damn.

Eh, I'm leavin'. Hopefully Di'll sleep here tonight and save me from the depths of despair. Fun!

Cya 'round.. some rounder than others... Snicker.
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My latest favorite:
Flavor Of The Week by American Hi-Fi

At first I thought it had nothing to do with me in any way, but then I started singing it 24/7 and it made sense... The lyrics:

She paints her nails
And she don't know
He's got her best friend on the phone
She'll wash her her
His dirty clothes are all he gives to her
And he's got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wish she was
And he means everything to her

Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her
He's too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavor of the week

It's friday night
She's all alone
He's a million miles away
And she's dressed to kill
The TV's on
He's connected to the sound
And he's got pictures on the wall
Of all the girls he's loved before
And she knows all his favortie songs

Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her
He's too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavor of the week

Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her
He's too stoned
He's too sonted
He's too stoned
He's too stoned

Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her, needs
Too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavor of the week
Yeah she's just the flavor of the week
She makes me weak
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Well well well.. reports came!

Don't you hate goal comments? Like the ones that say you never pay attention when you're the only person in class who actually DOES pay attention? Or the ones that give you a 50 for homework even though you've turned it all in?! What, does my homework just.. grow legs and walk away?!

So. When I go back to school, no more internet. Say goodbye to Mr. Online Journal, say farewell to AIM, and forget Harper's Tale. 8 weeks. Kiss my life goodbye.

But I'll make it. Just to SPITE them... Then, as soon as finals are over, I'm gluing myself back in this chair and NOTHING will pry me out of it. I am /so/angry/!

I mean, I have all As and high Bs. But it seems all the homework I handed in grew legs and wandered off! And all that time I was staring at the teacher for 45 minutes straight, I was actually not paying attention? FUNNY THAT... /I/ didn't realize!

Argh.. see teacher for tutorials? What, you mean go up to her room and waste a lunchtime while she either ignores me or has a little party? No /thankyou/. I'd rather get something DONE.

On a lighter note, I'm going to Sweden. Maybe I'll like living there so much I'll never come back. Wouldn't that be nice?
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What happens when you lose the person you used to confide in, and even if they did talk to you, you can't say what you want to say anyway?

If the lump in my throat gets any bigger, will I stop breathing and die a merciful death?

What happens if you cry so much over one thing, your tears give it life and it comes back.. better than before?

I turned to you
When nights were cold and lonely
I always took your presence
For granted
Now here.. alone again, I cry dry tears
And can't believe I threw it all away

I looked to you
When life was on a downhill run
I always took your words of
Advice to heart
Now here.. alone again, my hands shake, cold
And I can't believe you'd throw it all away

What did I do
To hurt you
Denied requests, did what was best
I knew
I'd hurt you
As it's always been
And will be once again..
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I need to take my mind off things.. so I'll just babble away in here..

I'm sick, I think.. my mood has just taken a dive and I'm so upset my hands are shaking and I can't type.. I have chills and I'm crying for no reason.. I keep looking at my buddylist, wondering what I did that was so wrong.. how horrible I really was.. why I can't go back and change everything, undo all the wrong I've wrought..

Then I get angry.. I don't deserve this.. I did nothing wrong. I shouldn't be treated so badly by people I trusted.. did trust.

Okay, my heart's slowing down a bit now. I can be strong.. I will not turn back because the only way to go is forward. The only way to walk is by placing one foot in front of the other and moving steadily forward. I will not yield.


To Amanda - Best of luck tomorrow, you have my wishes!

The lady is coming to interview my family, to see if I'm okay to go to Sweden. Wouldn't it be amusing if I had one of my little... episodes.. in front of her?

To Kath, if she reads this - Looks like we both ended up in the same boat.. issues, huh? On opposite sides of the world and we're still connected. I owe you so much.. I can't wait to see you again..

I'll write again later.
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100 Ways to Order a Pizza the fun way!

1. If using a touch-tone, press random numbers while ordering. Ask person taking the order to stop doing that.

2. Make up a charge-card name. Ask if they accept it.

3. Use CB lingo where applicable.

4. Order a Big Mac Extra Value Meal.

5. Terminate the call with, "Remember, we never had this conversation."

6. Tell the order taker a rival pizza place is on the other line and you're going with the lowest bidder.

7. Give them your address, exclaim "Oh, just surprise me!" and hang up.

8. Answer their questions with questions.

9. In your breathiest voice, tell them to cut the crap about nutrition, ask if they have something outlandishly sinful.

10. Use these bonus words in the conversation: ROBUST FREE-SPIRITED COST-EFFICIENT SYSTEM.

11. Tell them to put the crust on top this time.

12. Sing the order to the tune of your favorite song from Metallica's "Master of Puppets" CD.

13. Do not name the toppings you want. Rather, spell them out.

14. Put an extra edge in your voice when you say "crazy bread."

15. Stutter on the letter "p."

16. Ask for a deal available somewhere else. (e.g. If phoning Domino's, ask for a Cheeser! Cheeser!)

17. Ask what the order taker is wearing.

18. Crack your knuckles into the receiver.

19. Say hello, act stunned for five seconds, then behave as if they called you.

20. Rattle off your order with a determined air. If asked "Would you like drinks with that?", panic and become disoriented.

21. Tell the order taker you're depressed. Get him/her to cheer you up.

22. Make a list of exotic cuisines. Order them as toppings.

23. Change your accent every three seconds.

24. Order 52 pepperoni slices prepared in a fractal pattern as follows from an equation you are about to dictate. Ask if they need paper.

25. Act like you know the order taker from somewhere. Say "Bed-Wetters' Camp, right?"

26. Start your order with "I'd like. . . ". A little later, slap yourself and say "No, I don't."

27. If they repeat the order to make sure they have it right, say "OK. That'll be $10.99; please pull up to the first window."

28. Rent a pizza.

29. Order while using an electric knife sharpener.

30. Ask if you get to keep the pizza box. When they say yes, heave a sigh of relief.

31. Put the accent on the last syllable of "pepperoni." Use the long "i" sound.

32. Have your pizza "shaken, not stirred."

33. Say "Are you sure this is (Pizza Place)? When they say yes, say "Well, so is this! You've got some explaining to do!" When they finally offer proof that it is, in fact, (Pizza Place), start to cry and ask, "Do you know what it's like to be lied to?"

34. Move the mouthpiece farther and farther from your lips as you speak. When the call ends, jerk the mouthpiece back into place and scream goodbye at the top of your lungs.

35. Tell them to double-check to make sure your pizza is, in fact, dead.

36. Imitate the order taker's voice.

37. Eliminate verbs from your speech.

38. When they say "What would you like?" say, "Huh? Oh, you mean now."

39. Play a sitar in the background.

40. Say it's your anniversary and you'd appreciate if the deliverer hid behind some furniture waiting for your spouse to arrive so you can surprise him/her.

41. Amuse the order taker with little-known facts about country music.

42. Ask to see a menu.

43. Quote Carl Sandberg.

44. Say you'll be able to pay for this when the movie people call back.

45. Ask if they have any idea what is at stake with this pizza.

46. Ask what topping goes best with well-aged Chardonnay.

47. Belch directly into the mouthpiece; then tell your dog it should be ashamed.

48. Order a slice, not a whole pizza.

49. Shout "I'm through with men/women! Send me a dozen of your best, Gaston!"

50. Doze off in the middle of the order, catch yourself, and say "Where was I? Who are you?"

51. Psychoanalyze the order taker.

52. Ask what their phone number is. Hang up, call them, and ask again.

53. Order two toppings, then say, "No, they'll start fighting."

54. Learn to properly pronounce the ingredients of a Twinkie. Ask that these be included in the pizza.

55. Call to complain about service. Later, call to say you were drunk and didn't mean it.

56. Tell the order taker to tell the manager to tell his supervisor he's fired.

57. Report a petty theft to the order taker.

58. Use expletives like "Great Caesar's Ghost" and "Jesus Joseph and Mary in Tinsel Town."

59. Ask for the guy who took your order last time.

60. If he/she suggests anything, adamantly declare, "I shall not be swayed by your sweet words."

61. Wonder aloud if you should trim those nose hairs.

62. Try to talk while drinking something.

63. Start the conversation with "My Call to (Pizza Place), Take 1, and. . . action!"

64. Ask if the pizza is organically grown.

65. Ask about pizza maintenance and repair.

66. Be vague in your order.

67. When they repeat your order, say "Again, with a little more OOMPH this time."

68. If using a touch-tone press 9-1-1 every 5 seconds throughout the order.

69. After ordering, say "I wonder what THIS button on the phone does." Simulate a cutoff.

70. Start the conversation by reciting today's date and saying, "This may be my last entry."

71. State your order and say that's as far as this relationship is going to get.

72. Ask if they're familiar with the term "spanking a pizza." Make up a description to go with the term. Ask that this be done to your pizza.

73. Say "Kssssssssssssssht" rather loudly into the phone. Ask if they felt that.

74. Detect the order taker's psychic aura. Use it to your advantage.

75. When listing toppings you want on your pizza, include another pizza.

76. Learn to play a blues riff on the harmonica. Stop talking at regular intervals to play it.

77. Ask if they would like to sample your pizza. Suggest an even trade.

78. Perfect a celebrity's voice. Stress that you won't take any crap from some two-bit can't-hack-it pimple-faced gofer.

79. Put them on hold.

80. Teach the order taker a scret code. Use the code on all subsequent orders.

81. Mumble, "There's a bomb under your seat." When asked to repeat that, say "I said 'sauce smothered with meat'."

82. Make the first topping you order mushrooms. Make the last thing you say "No mushrooms, please." Hang up before they have a chance to respond.

83. When the order is repeated, change it slightly. When it is repeated again, change it again. On the third time, say "You just don't get it, do you?"

84. When you'ge given the price, say "Ooooooo, that sounds complicated. I hate math."

85. Haggle.

86. Order a one-inch pizza.

87. Order term life insurance.

88. When they say "Will that be all?", snicker and say "We'll find out, won't we?"

89. Order with a Speak-n-Spell where applicable.

90. Ask how many dolphins were killed to make that pizza.

91. While on the phone, fake entering puberty. Fluctuate pitch often; act embarrassed.

92. Engage in some serious swapping.

93. Dance all around the word "pizza." Avoid saying it at all costs. If he/she says it, say "Please don't mention that word."

94. Have a movie with a good car chase scene playing loudly in the background. Yell "OW!" when a bullet is fired.

95. If he/she suggests a side order, ask why he/she is punishing you.

96. Ask if the pizza has had its shots.

97. Order a steamed pizza.

98. Get taker's name. Later, call exactly on the hour to say, "This is your (time of day) wake-up call, So-and-so." Hang up.

99. Offer to pay for the pizza with a public flogging.

If any of the above practices are rejected by the order taker, 100. Say, in your best pouty voice, "Last guy let me do it."

Another..

Mar. 25th, 2001 02:03 pm
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If you're going to go down, go down with style. Failing your final exam can actually be an amusing experience, depending on what you make of it. Here are some suggestions...

Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.

Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"

If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.

Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.

Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.

Bring cheerleaders. [I will be bringing Sweeeeeeeee!!]

Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"

Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc...). Play with the volume at max level.

On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.

Bring pets.

Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.

Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes.

Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
Come into the exam wearing a pair of birkenstocks, and nothing else.

Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.

Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.

Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.

As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.

Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.

Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.

Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.

Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB, BABE, etc..).

Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.

Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Screw this!" and walk out triumphantly.
Arrange a protest before the exam starts (i.e. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink).

Show up completely drunk. (Completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you start to hold your mouth and make "I'm about to bring something up" sounds.).

Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"

Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.

Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.

Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.

Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!"

Bring a water pistol with you. Nuff said.

From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.

Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.

If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations.

Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.

Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.

Bring cheat sheets FROM ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out, too) and staple them to the exam with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit."

When you walk in, complain about the heat. Strip.

After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.

One word: Wrestlemania.

Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.

Try to get people in the room to do the wave.

Play Frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.

Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.

Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc... sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.

During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.

Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.

Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say "it helps me think." Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase "Told you so".

Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why My Professor Sucks".
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*names changed to protect my secret identity*
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Me: Hello

AT&T: Hello, this is AT&T...

Me: Is this AT&T?

AT&T: Yes, this is AT&T...

Me: This is AT&T?

AT&T: Yes This is AT&T...

Me: Is this AT&T?

AT&T: YES! This is AT&T, may I speak to Mr. Byron please?

Me: May I ask who is calling?

AT&T: This is AT&T.

Me: OK, hold on.

At this point I put the phone down for a solid 5 minutes thinking that, surely, this person would have hung up the phone. I ate my salad. Much to my
surprise, when I picked up the receiver, they were still waiting.

Me: Hello?

AT&T: Is this Mr. Byron?

Me: May I ask who is calling please?

AT&T: Yes this is AT&T...

Me: Is this AT&T?

AT&T: Yes this is AT&T...

Me: The phone company?

AT&T: Yes sir.

Me: I thought you said this was AT&T.

AT&T: Yes sir, we are a phone company.

Me: I already have a phone.

AT&T: We aren't selling phones today Mr. Byron. We would like to offer you 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

Me: Now, that's 10 cents a minute 24 hours a day?

AT&T: (getting a little excited at this point by my interest) Yes, Sir, that's right! 24 hours a day!

Me: Now, that's 10 cents a minute 24 hours a day?

AT&T: That's right.

Me: 365 days a year?

AT&T: Yes sir.

Me: I am definitely interested in that! Wow!!! That's amazing!

AT&T: We think so!

Me: That's quite a sum of money!

AT&T: Yes sir, it's amazing how it adds up.

Me: OK, so will you send me checks weekly, monthly or just one big one at the end of the year for the full $52,560, and if you send an annual check, can I get a cash advance?

AT&T: Excuse me?

Me: You know, the 10 cents a minute.

AT&T: What are you talking about?

Me: You said you'd give me 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. That comes to $144 per day, $1,008 per week and $52,560 per year. I'm just interested in knowing how you will be making payment.

AT&T: Oh no, sir, I didn't mean we'd be paying you. You pay US 10 cents a minute.

Me: Wait a minute, how do you figure that by saying that you'll give me 10 cents a minute, that I'll give YOU 10 cents a minute? Is this some kind of
subliminal telemarketing scheme? I've read about things like this in the Enquirer, you know.

AT&T: No, Sir, we are offering 10 cents a minute for...

Me: THERE YOU GO AGAIN! Can I speak to a supervisor please!

AT&T: Sir, I don't think that is necessary.

Me: I insist on speaking to a supervisor!

AT&T: Yes, Mr. Byron. Please hold.

At this point I begin trying to finish my dinner.

Supervisor: Mr. Byron?

Me: Yeth?

Supervisor: I understand you are not quite understanding our 10 cents a minute program.

Me: Is thist a Teeth & Teeth?

Supervisor: Yes, Sir, it sure is.

I had to swallow before I choked on my food. It was all I could do to suppress my laughter and I had to be careful not to produce a snort.

Me: No, actually, I was just waiting for someone to get back to me so that I could sign up for the plan.

Supervisor: OK, no problem, I'll transfer you back to the person who was helping you.

Me: Thank you.

I was on hold once again and managed a few more mouthfuls. I needed to end this conversation. Suddenly, there was an aggravated but polite voice at the other end of the phone.

AT&T: Hello Mr. Byron, I understand that you are interested in signing up for our plan?

Me: No, but I was wondering -- do you have that "friends and family" thing? Because you can never have enough friends and I'm an only child and I'd really like to have a little brother...

AT & T: Click

*eyeballs*

Mar. 25th, 2001 01:01 pm
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K, so I sign on another sn, and he blocks me.. Why? Did I say anything to him... no. Did I want to say anything to him? No. Was just redoing my profile for that sn.. Someone's being strange.

Angelica, you're wrong, but I still have my doubts.. I mean.. *scowls* I don't know. It's the principal that bothers me, not those involved.
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