a bear's life

If you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months.

I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.

I could deal with that, too.

If you're a bear, you give birth to your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs.

I could definitely deal with that.

If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.

I could deal with that.

If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup...I wanna be a bear.

~ memail.com

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okay, i know center stage came out a while ago, but i just can't stop staring at the guy who played charlie - sascha radetsky. he makes me go all teenybopper and say things like, "ohmygodhe'slikesohot!!" but...he is. hot, that is. very hot. i downloaded mandy moore's "i wanna be with you" video (yes yes, mandy moore, ick) and he's the only cast member from the movie dancing in it. and he's just so...dreamy. what a silly word, dreamy. but really, i think what makes him unbelievably attractive is the fact that when he dances, he actually makes it look masculine. and hot. this is ballet, mind you.

sigh.

ohmygod. he's, like, so hot.

oooh....mommy got caught speeding. they mailed her a ticket today. apparently, one of those radar/camera thingies in san jose caught her when she was either driving to or coming home from her night class. i really want to laugh, but she looks annoyed, so i won't.

it's so hot. i'm so tired. went to bed around 4 am. woke up to the beautiful sound of the recycling truck around 950 am. my alarm went off around 1030, but i didn't get up till 11. i was totally nodding off during class. i'm sorry, but talking about nathaniel hawthorne for three hours just doesn't do it for me. and now that i'm back, i really really want to crawl into bed and just pass out. the heat is definitely not helping. uuuuugh.

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so...dinner was fun.

i saw all of justin's. yup, he threw up all over the table. at first, it was just a little spit up that my mother caught in her hand (which is a pretty disgusting situation just on its own). then it got all exorcist-ish. his vomit started spewing from his mouth and went all projectile. and me, being the lucky gal i am, had the best seat in the house sitting straight across from him. poor justin though. his face got all red and i was afraid he'd choke on his own vomit, because, really, it was quite a lot of vomit. but once it was all out and he sobbed for a good thirty seconds, he went right back to his fun-loving self and tried to splash his hand in his own throw-up.

ah, the joy of small children. ;D

you know, it's a good thing i was already done with my dinner when this happened.

[oh yeah, justin's staying with us till tuesday cuz his parents went to a wedding in monterey. his older brother duy is staying with his grandfather.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i hate pop-up ads. no, no...hate is too soft a word. if i could find the inventor(s) of pop-up ads, i would take my mouse and slowly beat them to death with it. i would step on their face with my new five-inch heels. repeatedly. then i'd lock them in an empty white padded room with just a computer hooked up to the internet. EVERY time that motherfucker went to a website, a pop-up ad would come up every five seconds. and i'd lock him in there for eternity and watch him slowly go mad. "TAKE THAT, BITCH!!!"

this pop-up ad that took up MY ENTIRE FREAKING SCREEN pissed me off for a good five minutes because i COULD NOT CLOSE IT -- there was no little [x] on the top right hand corner!!! SNEAKY DICKLESS BASTARDS!!!!! yes, i'm pretty sure some moronic man/men invented this specific pop-up ad. there's no way a woman could be that cruel. ugh. freaking crap.

seriously, pop-up ads are one of the worst things civilized society has ever invented. at least with tv/radio commercials, you can change the channel. yeah, you can close pop-up ads, but you just reach a point when it starts to drive you insane. and then there are the really fucked up ones that won't even LET you close them. i finally had to do a ctrl+alt+del thing to close it. yeah, i know, if i were smarter, i would've done that first instead of steaming for five minutes. but whatever. if those stupid pricks who invented the pop-up ad had been mowed down by a big rig before they had ever thought up these instruments of satan, i would've had five less pissed off minutes.

anyway.

i'm going to go check on the baby and then shower.