She blinded me with science!

Because whenever I don’t like the way things are going I quit.

Fri, 03 Jun 2005 03:44:51 GMT

For current and hopefully worthwhile thoughts - joysap
For the semi-frequent reports of a plastic giraffe - ruminantcorp
For old and generally interesting thoughts - xanga

This is where you want to be...

Thu, 02 Jun 2005 19:38:30 GMT

Yellow under the African sun
Busy eyelashes
Tall neck like a
Chinese chopstick
Dancing with marrionette
Tail like a balancing libra

It's my brother's birthday.

Wed, 25 May 2005 03:43:35 GMT

Every now and then there are those days when you're really productive.

Your heritage: Swedish! Norwegian! Scottish! What!
Your weakness: Green Tea, but I wouldn't call it a weakness exactly.
Your shoes you wore today: Moccasins. Birkenstock. Riding Boots. Birkenstock. In that order.
Your fears: Sharks. Fire. Realtors. And most likely love.
Goal you'd like to achieve: Getting over that love issue.
Your thoughts first waking up: I need to brush my teeth.
Your best physical feature: That’s up to personal preference I suppose.
Your bedtime: Anywhere between eight at night and three in the morning.
Your most missed memory: Being a child.
Pepsi or Coke: Neither, ever.
McDonald's or Burger King: Neither, even if I was starving.
Single or group dates: Depends.
Adidas or Nike: I’ve not ever been concerned with this.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Arizona Diet Green Tea. With Ginseng!
Chocolate or vanilla: Generally vanilla.
Cappuccino or coffee: Hot tea?

Smoke: Cigarettes are disgusting.
Cuss: I try not to.
Sing: Badly.
Take showers daily: Twice daily!
Have a crush: No.
Think you've been in love: I won’t be answering this question…
Want to go to college: Yes.
Want to get married: Yes, if I have a scandalous and possibly illegal dating relationship first.
Believe in yourself: This sounds like a motivational speaker.
Get motion sickness: Always.
Think you're attractive: Inconsistently.
Think you're a health freak: I try.
Get along with your parents: Yes.
Like thunderstorms: Love.
Play an instrument: Badly.

-in the past month-
Gone to the mall: Yes.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: I don’t like them. Ask me about a different box?
Eaten sushi: Yes.
Been on stage: Yes.
Gone skating: No.
Made homemade cookies: Yep..
Gone skinny dipping: No.
Dyed your hair: Never.
Stolen anything: The duck cup!

-ever-
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: I can’t say I’d remember that.
Been called a tease: Not by anyone interesting.
Got beaten up: Not out of anger.

Age you hoped to be married: Depends on when I have my scandalous affair.
Number and name of children: I’d probably adopt kids.
Dream wedding: I’ll wear gray and no one will think that color reflects my state of purity.
How do you want to die: Relatively young in a freakish but tragic accident.
Where do you want to attend college: Away.
Dream job: Film, writing. Directing and editing too since we’re dreaming.
Country you want to visit: India, I want to tempt multiple fatal diseases.

-In a guy-
Best eye color: Eyes are the most important thing.
Best hair color: I don’t care.
Short or long hair: Longer than shorter.
Height: Taller than me, so basically that only excludes midgets and dwarves. Sorry guys.
Best weight: The weight that the individual should be.
Best clothing: If they could wear fitted suits and faint eyeliner on occasion I wouldn’t complain.
Best first date location: A meeting by chance. You know? To set the stage for scandal?

Number of drugs taken illegally: You number drugs?
Number of people I could trust with my life: Men are fallible.
Number of CDs that I own: No astounding amount.
Number of piercings: None. None!
Number of tattoos: None.
Number of times my name's been in the news: None that I know of? Dundundun.
Number of scars on my body: At least sixteen that are visible and easy to count right now.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Five or six of them have names.

Current clothing: A collection of things I got from water-girling. Go Crusader soccer!
Current mood: The indifference that comes with getting tired.
Current taste: Green Tea.
Current hair: As opposed to?
Current annoyance: My head itches a bit and now that I think of it my elbow does too.
Current smell: Ylang Ylang and China Sea. I love unlit candles.
Current thing you ought to be doing: Hard to say.
Current jewelry: A rubber band from the blackberry crate I powered through today.
Current book: The Fellowship of the Ring. Again.
Current refreshment: I just brushed my teeth.
Current worry: Getting in to film school.
Current favorite celebrity: They guy who I just saw beat Ken Jennings.
Current longing: Use the restroom.
Current music: El Tango de Roxanne.
Current wish: To go back in time and then do things better.
Current lyric in your head: I was made for lovin’ you baby! You were made for lovin’ me!
Current undergarments: None.
Current regret: They’re ever-present.
Current desktop picture: Something amazing. Not Deckchair Danny anymore.
Current plans for weekend: Be with my horse to avoid being with other things.
Current IM person you're talking to: Alex, but I don’t think you could call it talking.
Current love: The new odd-colored pony.
Current obsession: Trying to make all my answers one line long, but I've given up.
Current avoidance: Text messages and curse words.
Current thing or things on your wall: If I list them my room will sound ugly. Sheet metal. See what I mean?
Current favorite movie: Moulin Rouge.

And there was nothing else to be done but...

Sun, 01 May 2005 20:26:14 GMT

This journal has been rampant with dull and trite entries lately. As far as I know there is only one remedy for dull and trite - and that's modeling and dancing.

Sitting indeed, and doing what we usually do after school.

But then we started modeling.

This, of course, is the naughty elephant.

Love.

Boobs.

My personal favorite: conquering the beast or slaying the dragon.

We were slaying/conquering the beast/dragon with a chair...

...When the principal came in. He talked for a while...

...and I made this face while I listened.

After the beast was dead Megan decided it would be good to model again.

Reaching for the stars when they started to fall and I didn't know weather to be happy or afraid.

Cute.

She wants me.

Then we found this sign, and Megan was happy about it.

I felt a little differently.

And when you feel a little differntly the only thing to do is dance interpretively.

We dances first to The London Symphony Orchestra's rendition of Gandalf the Wizard.

I then danced to Lothlorien the Elven Woods.

I got ten points for creative use of props.

Dynamic poses.

The ceiling, unfortunately, suffered some injuries.

I didn't get any points for looking attractive while I danced, but I can't see why not.

More innovative prop use.

Imagine that I am floating in air.

Resurrection.

My dancing challenges your perspective.

What is this?!

The most amazing finishing pose the world has seen.

Then is was Megan's turn, she danced to Hobbits.

This is a Hobbit emerging.

This is a Hobbit praying or something.

Still emerging.

Those silly Hobbits shure do love their weed and their drink...

...And their video cameras.

Ribbon dancing was the highlight of Megan's performance.

Astounding what that girl can do with a ribbon.

Semi-authentic Hobbit jigging too!

After all that dancing we took a moment to reflect.

We remembered how all those years of exotic dancing made it super-easy for me to turn into a gorilla.

We remembered how sad the Gollum song was. But when we realized what we had just done...

Megan fell into a state of self-loathing and ripped her ears off...

...And I was utterly ashamed.

Don't discriminate.

On behalf of all us here at the Going household...please...

Wed, 27 Apr 2005 22:32:59 GMT

Have a Sunchy Day!

Side effects...

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 04:09:36 GMT

The recent hardship has destroyed her ability to articulate, but word choice is nothing short of impeccable.

A summary of the day: Fuck.

The Week In Breif.

Sun, 24 Apr 2005 21:10:20 GMT

Grew Older - It was my birthday.
Became technologically mainstream - Got an ipod.
Celebrated Earthday - Walked to school.
Supported Dairy Farmers - Ate yogurt for at least one meal each day.
Envied Thespians - Saw Oklahoma three times.
Mastered the Beast - Rode my horse.
Communed with Nature - Spoke to a Raccoon.
Discovered uncharted Lands - A meadow behind The Walk.
Had an Adventure - Locked my Keys in the car.
Strapping Young Boys - Did their makeup and broke their hearts.

You heard it here...and multiple other places.

Tue, 19 Apr 2005 03:11:15 GMT

A Preview.

Sat, 16 Apr 2005 20:30:47 GMT

Keeeevvviiinnnn.

Sat, 02 Apr 2005 20:19:12 GMT

All of these pictures are masterpieces.

Wed, 23 Mar 2005 23:36:21 GMT

My new shoes, however, they don't go with my rippling, red calf muscles.

This is my cat, eating my camera strings.

For me, this picture just screams "St.Patricks Day".

Look at me, I'm sexy-mysterious alright.

Mis gatos...

...les gustas todos los fiestas!

I don't know, you tell me what they're doing.

I was almost killed for taking this picture. Apparently one of these car's owners has somthing to hide.

I visited my horse at like, nine at night, he was less than thrilled about it.

There was a barbecue at school...

...which I was too preoccupied to be really involved in.

Then I was cleaning out my closet.

Then we played dress-up.

This is me being a jock of all sports.

Nothing but net.

Apparently my camera supports those durn heat detection pictures as well.

I found out my cousin is going to be in the next Hooters calendar...

...I realized the genetic potential and started to practice for next year's edition.

Westside, naturally.

It's a new religion. Yes, I am insinuating that peeps are god.

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 05:33:10 GMT

Creature Feature.

Thu, 10 Mar 2005 08:08:59 GMT

And in tonight's program Kate will be playing the role of a fucking moron.

Does the part strech her acting abilities? I think not.

It comes naturally to her.

It was an out of body experience.

Wed, 09 Mar 2005 02:23:23 GMT

It was like talking to myself, but not.

I'm really not this upset...swear.

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 02:06:12 GMT

Poor Che.

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 21:09:00 GMT

And just when you thought "conforming to rebellion" was an oxymoron.

Well, crap, its true.

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 02:42:40 GMT

I changed the colors because they were ugly...uglier.

K	Kinky
A	Amorous
T	Twisted
E	Exhausting

Do it.

Ooh, capitan.

Mon, 21 Feb 2005 04:53:51 GMT

Penny wise and dollar foolish.

Fri, 11 Feb 2005 02:51:13 GMT

Today I went to the Renaissance Festival.

Today I paid money to fall off a ladder.

I became upset at this monetary waste and released the horrifying yelp of a suddenly poverty stricken female of teenage years and volatile nature.

Oh contraire - I AM your angel of music!

Mon, 07 Feb 2005 23:55:36 GMT

I need to write a paper. It might be fun once I get started, but I'm less than motivated at this juncture. I don't have anything to say either, I just want something to do aside from homework? I have green tea and the Phantom of the Opera...Oh, heey, that's an idea...

- This picture was too ugly to continue to exist. It has been removed for public benefit. We apologize if you accessed these corrupt files before we could solve the problem, we will compensate for any losses with favors of a sexual nature. -

Success! Time wasted, green tea and damn sexy man involved. Yeah, that was definitely worth the thirty minutes it took.

No super sleuths needed here.

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 02:58:04 GMT

The cartoon grandpa was bad at hiding evidence, it was simple as that.

Nature Journal Diaries - Entry One: The Deneise

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 01:24:29 GMT

Recently when on an excursion to the wilds of Fort Lauderdale I was encountered by a strange vermin. It couldn't speak, so I will never know its real name, but the beastie struck me as a Deneise and so I have classified the horrific creature as such. Locals say it's a cat, but I have my serious doubts. Locals also say that the poor creature had been hit by a car, suffers a thyroid problem, howls incessantly throughout the night, smells, had very few teeth and may be the walking dead. I personally can testify to the howling and the smell. I have classified the beast for you so that you may identify it in your travels throughout South Florida.

The Deneise is quite obviously a carnivore, you can see it in their eyes, they feast on homo spaiens sapiens whenever they can, and rocks when they cannot. Their howling is so painful that my tape player broke upon trying to record, but if you ever see me just ask and I will impersonate the noise as best I can. Somthing along the lines of "Baraow!" might cover it.

It is said that the Deneise may grow to incredible heights, the specimine I encountered was, thankfully, quite small and toothless; hence, unable to eat humans. Thankfully I was fortunate enough to live through the encounter and bring you these tales. My cameraman, however, was not so lucky, which is why we have no video of the elusive creature. My appologies.

We've burried my faithful cameraman in the Deneise Victim Cemmetary. It is a lovely place and I suggest you visit. I must go into mourning now, so please forgive the pending absence of entires. Rest in peace dear dead cameraman.

This is now the symbol for all that is good...show your mom!

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 05:42:11 GMT

Obtuse statement of the hour: I hate people.

Tue, 18 Jan 2005 22:38:00 GMT

Keep talking my freinds, one day you'll find out what you're saying.

Radioactive Rodents!

Fri, 14 Jan 2005 02:39:56 GMT

We're lucky that my personal paparazzi were still awake when this insane new mammal specimen reared its ugly glowing head.