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Video of Steve Carell getting durnk. Hilarious! It's been confirmed by Steve now that he was plastered.

Is anyone else waiting in agony for the TWOP Now or Never Leftovers Sale to start? It says the week of March 5 and damn it, the week's almost over!

Such intense RL happenings led me to abandon this LJ - really sorry about that! I can't say that I'm *back* back, as I was never really a big updater before, but I'm sort-of-a-little back. In fact, I'm leaving right now, apparently! (My sister just came in demanding to use the computer.) Bye for now. :)

Someone want to explain to me how I managed to get myself on the AFA mailing list? *blanches*

I've been nonexistant for a while ... sorry about that.

ME WITH THE PAN AND THE BREAKING!!

I shouldn't be allowed to cook. Or go near the kitchen even. Ever. AS:LSA":ASDLSDLK; I hit a lot of puncuation marks when I keyboardsmash.

I'm watching this Science of Concrete and it's ... not as interesting as one might think.

I was just messing around with e-cards and found this Halloween card, a stalker-esque thing. I put in my own information and when I watched the card I seriously got a little squirmy and nervous, even though I knew I'd done it. So yeah. Creepy card!

Because I want to watch it a few more times, I give you the Evolution of Dance.



I applied and interviewed at a bookstore the other ... week. I haven't heard anything back and I'm sort of terrified to go down there. Ben went down there (I had no idea he was planning on it until he came by later) and asked if they had decided to hire anyone and they kept asking if he was looking to work there and he got into an awkward conversation and had to slip out the sidedoor. I don't even know.

But I thought I might as well pimp on my OWN journal as well. Seemed okay.

I've got a collection of 19 icons I did for bluth_love_icon in a post here.

Examples:
and , which one first place at this weeks BLI. Thought that was pretty great. :D

Wish I could update more, but I've got some reading to do. Hope everyone has a good day tomorrow. :)

Ben and I here. We were having a nice little homework party thing going on, and then Ben decided that he didn't want to do THAT anymore, so we came on LJ. Found a demanding email by thefreshchuff and have so spent the last half hour making bluth_love_icon icons. Well, I've been putting EFFORT into mine. I don't know WHAT Ben is vomitting up all over HIS photoshop page. And it's really hard to use one computer for two people to make icons, so we took turns and that resulted in many jammed elbows and Ben hit his forehead against the bookshelf above the desk and I don't even know how he MANAGED that. He's giving me a dirty look now.

And NOW Winnie's got one end of a paper plate in her mouth and Ben's got the other in his mouth. This can't end well.

Haven't updated in a while, but much hasn't been going on. That sentence confuses me so much but Ben insists I keep it. At least that's what I THINK he's saying, he's all muffled because of all the soggy paper plate in his mouth.

Started school, my mom and soon-to-be-step-father have not yet set a date for the glorious day, but I'm sure it'll be a drawn out engagement like Pam and Roy's. SPEAKING OF WHICH! How awesome was The Office last night?? Ben and I've already watched it 3 times, partly because it is GREAT and also partly because we didn't really have a lot to do after school today. Tomorrow we're going back to the school to help with this... cleaning up the school thing because we get extra credit if we do. I like getting extra credit and Ben needs to get extra credit, so it all evens out.

We don't take field trips anymore. Ben wants me to point that out, and so I am. It's true though. In elementary school, we had all SORTS of field trips. Museums and water parks and beaches and hiking trails and zoos and one time to the teacher's wedding which wasn't so much a field trip as a horrible mistake on the teacher's part, because a kid SAT in his cake and started crying (it wasn't Ben, he wants me to point out) (for ONCE, I say in return). But anyway, we really don't do field trips anymore, and I really miss that. Course I guess since field trips were nice breaks from school, and right now we do so little IN school to even warrant a break from it, and plus buses smell bad and go all rickety when they make a wide turn that I have mini panic attacks all the way there... yeah, I guess there's some reasoning behind the lack o' field trips now. I hate school buses. I am a WRECK on school buses. Ben just said something he wanted me to add but then he ran out of the room and I don't know what he wanted me to say.

Oscar kind of pissed me off last night. I mean, we knew he had a temper, but he pushed Angela and Michael, and called him ignorant and small. And yeah, they were both being pretty rude to Oscar, but NUH. I hate it when people yell at Michael. I feel all torn because yes he deserves it, but he's Michael AND HE STARTED CRYING! Oscar apologized for that one though, which was nice.

Ben just came running back in the room and says there's a frog in the living room so I guess we have to go investigate this. Bye, everyone. Happy... Day.

Ben insisted on ordering Freedom Fries from McDonald's today.

It's the stupidest thing, but it's had me laughing all day.

Oh the look that lady gave him, omfg.

Are the House season 2 DVDs uncut or extended in some way? Because as we're (Ben and I) watching these episodes, every once in a while something happens that we plain don't remember seeing on TV. Of course since some of these episodes aired almost a year ago, it could be that we forgot/were NOT paying attention back then. Someone on house_wilson mentioned they wanted to see All In with the scenes that Fox cut out, which prompted me asking this.

I haven't listened to any of the commentaries yet, or watched the Evening With House, so the only extended features I've seen are the Valley Girl scenes (which are so frighteningly believable), the AWESOME montage of Lupus clips, and the greatness of the blooper reel. So many TV shows have these awful, unfunny 2 minute blooper reels of people just forgetting lines and boom mikes falling into the shot, so I was pleasantly surprised at the five minutes of awesome. RSL and his "ho HO. ..... *long pause, some arm flailing* No idea."

Ben wants me to note that the BEST was Hugh and Jesse's argument, and I whole-heartedly agree. "The hair is adorable, I won't deny that." Omfg. What did he call him, a bum flap or something?? SHOW ME THE WORKING. Ben's taking my keyboard now, he's getting antsy. We should go watch more. YES. The thief. But okay, bye everyone.

Ben has called me at 5 to 6 am every day for the past four days. It's hard trying to get on a better sleep schedule for school and to have THAT keep happening an hour after I go to bed. Because then I end up not sleeping until 8 or 9. Yesterday I didn't go to bed until 11 in the morning. Bad. Just. Bad.

I guess I'm just killing time before going to sleep since I'll only be woken back up anyway.

If this post needs some sort of content, I will say that I'm growing very fond of chicken salad. Mull over that one for a while.

While I am a solid believer in the healing powers of milk and cookies, I have to say that cookies and lemonade might be my favorite of the two combinations.

Today I've been thoroughly unproductive. I think it may be because Ben has uncharacteristically finished all his schoolwork already (with a month until school) and I haven't yet. He was so super-productive, there's some cosmic balance that's been interrupted, so I've had to spend all day on the couch watching Scrubs and flinching whenever the phone rings or someone looks like they're going to talk to me.

My family is full of complainers. I guess I'm one too, but I hope I'm not as bad as them. Sitting on the couch as a passive third party lump all day made me listen to how much they all complain. And really, it's not just them. Half the people at school, and then all the friends I've hung out with over the summer, are super-critical of everything. Most of the conversations I've had with people from school/my family are consitant of bitching, whining, making fun of someone, criticizing something that's either perfectly fine or just so stupid and pointless you've got to wonder if the only reason they're complaining is that they can't think of anything else to do. And I guess I'm complaining about them now by saying this. I'm just getting sick of being surrounded by insanely negative people all day. When I go over to someone else's house, such as Ben's, everyone is jolly and spriteful. It's all giggling at what the baby did or talking about awesome times four things that happened to them today or just generally being nice to each other. I wish my home atmosphere was more positively constructive like that. Because right now it's not.

So I guess I told Ben I had nothing to update LJ about, but I ended up having a nice little rant cooking up inside. Cool.



I really gotta get out of here. But for now, the house is empty because apparently Kay's found a friend that's not "not understanding of my problems, everyone else doesn't think I have them but [name that I don't give a shit about] really gets how hard it is to be me, and so we're going to have french fries and hang out at Wal Mart." But the point is that she's gone and the house Winnie and I have to ourselves once more. So yes, going now. :)

Charlie proposed to my mom tonight.

He's going to be an official part of our family soon. Officially my step father.

Hip hip hurray.

Winnie's been throwing up all day. :( We're going to take her to the vet if it doesn't stop by tomorrow.

Ben's out collecting grass for her to eat since she won't go outside. (She's scared to go outside when it's dark out.)

Any tips for making my dog stop puking? Or even, the best way to get vomit out of the couch?

Today I've been doing... well a lot but it's felt like nothing! I keep standing back and wondering what I'm doing and why I'm just piddling around but really, I've gotten a lot done. I'm almost finished with my summer homework, I gave Winnie a bath, I did my laundry, I cleaned my room, and then I watched three episodes of Roseanne. So it's been a productive day. I still don't feel like I've done anything, though.

OMG.

I don't think I've talked to anyone today! That's got to be why I'm feeling weird. I usually talk to Winnie but I haven't said a word! Ben wanted to go to the movies (he picked the freaking 10:15 one, picked it at 4 pm too, so I've been waiting forever), but that was over email. No one's been around today, family wise or just... human wise. So yeah, I haven't said anything all day.

... And now I'm wondering how long I can hold out for.

Obviously I'll have to talk when Ben gets here, that'll just freak him out if I don't. But I wonder if I can go two more hours? Well, it's not like there's anyone to talk to, so I guess it won't be that hard.

Seriously though, there's no one home. And there hasn't been anyone home all day. Woke up at 9, my parents were already gone, and I guess Kaylie must've been too, because I didn't see her at all throughout the morning. I got up, showered, did homework, ate with Winnie, realized she was smelly and gave her a bath, did more homework, took a nap because I woke up at 9, and slept for a really long time, too. Still, no one was around! I laundried, I cleaned, and I sat in the very front room to watch Roseanne because at that point I was getting a little worried so I wanted to be right by the door so I could be all paranoid and watch every car that drove by. But it's 8... people are usually home by now. Not necessarily Kaylie, but parentals usually get home at 6. I'd be more worried but then that means I'd probably have to say something like "Where are they?" out loud, and that'd break my vow of silence and I'd lose.

I just hiccuped. Does that mean I've lost the contest (what contest?) because I made a noise? Well I guess since I'm the only participant and I made up the rules myself that I can decide it doesn't count. So yeah, doesn't count.

GAH, TWO MORE HOURS UNTIL THE MOVIE. This will be our... what, 3rd time seeing Superman Returns? But Ben hearts Superman, so we can't see anything else.

It'd be really creepy if my family was still not home when I got back from Superman.

And I still hadn't broken my vow of silence.

... Well, we'll just wait and see then, won't we?

It's not too dark yet, I'm going to take Winnie on a little walk around the block. (Or like, halfway around because there's this one guy who has a bunch of boats in his yard and he's always outside sitting on one of them and I don't like going through his yard.) So yes. Bye bye.

Today kind of sucked.

Kaylie wanted to get out of the house, and I thought that was a pretty good idea as well so we went to Wal Mart to get her a new purse. (Not surprisingly, we didn't find any purses that she liked at Wal Mart. Not so much a dig at Wal Mart, my sister just doesn't like anything.) But we ran into these friends of hers. Two of them were several years older though, so I was a little like, I dunno, wondering how she knew them. But okay, none of my business.

Until Kaylie turns to me and says, "I'm going to go over to Beck's house."
( This gets long, but it was intense, so I need to tell it all, get it out )

I feel all awesome and story-tellery now. Of course, I left out the great smut scene that took place last this afternoon and again late this evening, but I'm not very good with sex scenes. Plus as private as this stuff between me and my sister is that I'm spilling out onto my journal, that stuff's even more private. ;) Also I'm using the sword fighting icon because it feels like I've been uselessly arguing with too many people today. Maybe if there had been swords involved we would've gotten some of this conflict resolved. By duels to the death, of course.

But yeah. Today was going from awkward to arguing to, well, sex with Ben (the good part) to now wearing my fingertips to the bone from all this typing. So yeah. It kinda sucked.

Woman calls 911 to get the number of a cute cop and gets arrested. I mean, I know it's misuse of the emergency line and everything, and a little creepy at that, but she could be fined several thousand dollars or spend a year in jail just for making a 3 minute 911 call to get a cute guy's number. And then, I think it was the cute cop that returned to arrest her. Hopefully she was searched or something, that would get her a little action.

So we're back! Just a little bit tanner, a little bit dirtier and a little bit sleepier than when we left. Neither of us really had a destination other than "not here", so we went along the coast for a very long time, where we stayed for three days with Ben's cousins. (They're like 25 and 28, two sisters, that have this really nice beach house.) I was going to do a whole travel log type deal, but instead I have a notebook with a lot of scribbled single sentences on different pages, so the whole log idea was a bust.
It was really great to be only reliant on each other, with no outside force telling us when to eat and when to sleep and when not to go 100 miles an hour. (Though, there was a force called the law telling us not to do that, but Ben really doesn't agree with the law when it's three in the morning on a dirt road off the interstate that doesn't even lead anywhere, so we got to nothing really fast.) We took Winnie, so we kept pulling over into little towns to let her walk away and bathroom while Ben harassed the locals.

Anyway, here's what I can read from my 'travel log'.

- Have just gotten gas and aren't even out of town and we're already arguing over the music selection. Ben threw the CD and now it might be broken. good start, this.

- Ben might've stolen a replacement CD from a store, but I'm not saying either way. Glad to be back on the road.

- We've gone three hours and Winnie's gone out to pee 4 times. Great timing for a bladder infection.

- WELL CARS SURE ARE HOT, AREN'T THEY?

- Ben read that and thought I meant attractive and it sparked a disgusting conversation.

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Okay though. We got back to Ben's house about 10, had dinner with his folks and then went to see Superman Returns at midnight, because even two hours in the present of other people was too much. W drove around to the docks and hung out (kind of crashed this party, but we got Jone's Soda (yeah there was like, no alcohol there) and left.) and now Ben's showering, I'm sitting at the computer in a towel and Winnie is snoring really loud on Ben's bed. Just to uh, catch you up. I think I'm going to get some jamies on now though (have to use Ben's, since all mine are in the wash, and this sucks because Ben's pajamas all have superman logos on them) and go to bed.

OKAY I WAS JOKING ABOUT THAT BUT WHEN I OPENED THE DRAWER THE FIRST THREE PAJAMA PANTS I FOUND WERE SUPERMAN. GEEEEK. Course, I am still wearing them, and proudly. Just as bad, I guess.

School's over. We are out of here.

(Ben and I are leaving for beachy areas.)

Be back in a couple of weeks, everyone. :D

An incredibly random thought I had today: Some parents don't curse around their children (well okay, most don't), but every once in a while, such as when they stub their toe or slam their fingers in a door, the parents mess up and give the obligatory "God DAMN it!" or similar. And so this goes on, and I suppose the kid learns that when you slam your fingers in the door, the best response to the pain is to curse like a sailor.

My thought is: If you somehow (and this would probably be entirely impossible) raised a child in some sort of experimental place where no one cursed when they hurt themselves or even got hurt around the child (like I said, this would be a really difficult experiment because it's kind of pointless, but just... who cares about that). Anyway the point is that the kid would never witness anyone hurting themselves and exclaiming any sort of curse. And in the experiment the kid would be raised in this environment for years, so even when he became a teenager (very unhappy ones, since I'm imagining the kid in an all-white facility with glass walls for some strange reason), no one cursed around him or gave any sort of exclamation when they hurt themselves.

My point of... ponderance here is: When the kid is let out of the experiment and exposed to the real world (not the real world as in a room of people cursing up a storm, but just kind of set in his own apartment and given a bookshelf to build or something) what would he do if he jammed his thumb or something? Granted, if he's never been around pain, he'd probably flip out and think he's dying. But like, what would he say? Because it seems human condition to have a little "GODDAMNSHITFUCK" fit when you bang a particularly sensitive joint, so if you have never learned that it's human condition and don't know the proper words for dealing with pain... would he just yell "POTATOES" or something?

Just something to think about, I guess.